Sunshine Christo, Jug301 - D1RTY HIGURASHII REMIX lyrics
[Sunshine Christo, Jug301 - D1RTY HIGURASHII REMIX lyrics]
Pull up in an all black Benz truck in Japan
Riding with my mans
Getting money don't give a
Fuck bout no friends ask around town yeah
Bitch I’m really that man
Shooting at that boy if he
Fucking with my friends
Getting hella bands riding in a drop top
Fuck the cops I ain't putting up my hands
Never gone switch on the gang, momma told
Me be careful who you hang with
Now they who I'm gang with
Leaving em slumped over then I’m
Hopping in a range rover bitch I'm 2G33K3D
To much bars I'm in mars in
A fuckin rover smoking good gas
You goofy if you beefing over the past
Keep talking
Crazy and I leave you in the past
In a whip and I'm moving too fast
Shoutout Sunshine Christo
Not looking for friends, fuck Facebook
I need a chef, and I need a cook
Cook up that crack, sell that crack
I need that shit that'll
Have em' coming back
Not looking for friends, fuck Facebook
I need a chef, I need a cook
Cook up that crack, selling that crack
I need that shit that'll
Have em' coming back
Not looking for friends
I’m looking for Benjamins’
I need a lil bitch to fuck me and my friends
Need a lil thot, need a lil bop
If you ain't got it, then get out the spot
Dmitri’s got the H, Vain's got the H
I got the H that's why they all hate
Shooting heroin, that's me and my boys
Don’t need a microphone
We always making noise
Tryna shoot shit up, bitch I know you don't
I know that you can't handle
Things that I spoke
I don't need you, don't need to write
One fucking take like a bird taking flight
I am my own mind, I don't need no help
The only help I need is from
My pills on my shelf
Dropping sleeping pills in my water
Sleeping all night, forget a doctor
Not looking for friends, fuck Facebook
I need myself chef, I need myself a cook
Sunshine Christo
Riding with my mans
Getting money don't give a
Fuck bout no friends ask around town yeah
Bitch I’m really that man
Shooting at that boy if he
Fucking with my friends
Getting hella bands riding in a drop top
Fuck the cops I ain't putting up my hands
Never gone switch on the gang, momma told
Me be careful who you hang with
Now they who I'm gang with
Leaving em slumped over then I’m
Hopping in a range rover bitch I'm 2G33K3D
To much bars I'm in mars in
A fuckin rover smoking good gas
You goofy if you beefing over the past
Keep talking
Crazy and I leave you in the past
In a whip and I'm moving too fast
Shoutout Sunshine Christo
Not looking for friends, fuck Facebook
I need a chef, and I need a cook
Cook up that crack, sell that crack
I need that shit that'll
Have em' coming back
Not looking for friends, fuck Facebook
I need a chef, I need a cook
Cook up that crack, selling that crack
I need that shit that'll
Have em' coming back
Not looking for friends
I’m looking for Benjamins’
I need a lil bitch to fuck me and my friends
Need a lil thot, need a lil bop
If you ain't got it, then get out the spot
Dmitri’s got the H, Vain's got the H
I got the H that's why they all hate
Shooting heroin, that's me and my boys
Don’t need a microphone
We always making noise
Tryna shoot shit up, bitch I know you don't
I know that you can't handle
Things that I spoke
I don't need you, don't need to write
One fucking take like a bird taking flight
I am my own mind, I don't need no help
The only help I need is from
My pills on my shelf
Dropping sleeping pills in my water
Sleeping all night, forget a doctor
Not looking for friends, fuck Facebook
I need myself chef, I need myself a cook
Sunshine Christo