Lyrics

Sunny on the east side (When I woke up) Walked out fresh looked clean (Hell yeah) I went for a ride (Dam ride) Drop my top for the breeze (Doing me) Smoke me weed on a freeway Calm down) Bitch please I ain't got time (I told her) But if you want to jump inside Baby don't lie put on your choosing shoes Yeah you bitch you Game colder than a igloo The new fresh prince hitting Will Smith moves Would've hit the NBA if I had hit 6'2 A nigga never hit it but I made hits Wasn't mixed down so I made an everyday list Grind hard my nigga don't stop Can't and I won't like these braids don't lock Time to level up star boys like The Weekend Late night with a bag she can reach in Iron out all my problems she gon' put the crease in We don't sleep in we just dive off the deep end By 25 I was tryna grow and plant seeds Turning 25 grams in to 25 G's Hate I got another nigga bitch choosing me But she sucking like she a blew a 25 point lead When I left it was Sunny on the east side (When I woke up) Walked out fresh looked clean (Hell yeah) I went for a ride (Dam ride) Drop my top for the breeze (Doing me) Smoke me weed on a freeway Calm down) Bitch please I ain't got time (I told her) But if you want to jump inside Baby don't lie put on your choosing shoes Put on your shoes lets go you bitch Ain't no time to waste we got to get digits 105 from the east side Long Beach boulevard Hoes get to running when they see my car Just tryna get my attention you ain't in pocket Go ahead and throw the cash In my car and keep walking Perico the rapper is what they saying They worried about these niggas As long as I got a bitch paying The Lord of land lets go get it Hopping on delta jet blue whatever for the mission Worldwide crossing countries It don't matter how it happen Long as the bitch got the money We celebrate all the time smoking Dizzy Gangster niggas getting high like hippies Burning grams down on the freeway Slow down for the next stop We gon' exit on the B way Sunny on the east side (When I woke up) Walked out fresh looked clean (Hell yeah) I went for a ride (Dam ride) Drop my top for the breeze (Doing me) Smoke me weed on a freeway Calm down) Bitch please I ain't got time (I told her) But if you want to jump inside Baby don't lie put on your choosing shoes I'm just saying though bitch From the gate I'm a let you know though It wasn't against the rules to choose man That's apart of this shit It's called upgrading hoe yeah Make your next one your best one Around this motherfucker man Talking about worldwide international Pimping man on a bitch Now go get it hoe That a way Aye man I'm back man whats happening man Aye whats happening man I see you over their doggy Oh yeah come on man Aye look aye the plants look Good dog aye on everything Keep it running man Aye on everything I see you bro Good looking I hit G I told him to send the shit to you Yeah man I talked to that nigga so we good man I'm getting them fouls we locked in When day you get back from Tampa The 11th I come back the 11th I'm tryna come out their bro Come out bro you know I got the spot man You know nigga I got the shit nigga Brewing nigga whats up Come on man I ain't tryna come out their and you Got to leave nigga that's all Na on everything I'm in the Red Room Right now with Reezy nigga Cooking up Alright for sure yeah I'm a be out their When you get back bro Alright brodie Alright bro Peace
Writer(s): La Reonte Wright, Jerrick Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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