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sunshine christo - shine in the rain 2.5 lyrics
[verse 1: sunshine christo]
she wants me to f_ck her friend, now she’s mad at them
what the f_ck is up you little sl_t, you need to understand what’s up
you f_ckin’ weirdo
b_tches wanna f_ck on me, then they get mad cause their b_tches f_ckin’ f_ck on me
i know that she plots on me, she shows it everyday
every time she wakes up she doesn’t look me in the face
i know that she’s plotting, i know that she’s not my friend
i know that she wants to k!ll me, she wants to see my end
b_tches wanna f_ck and i know they f_cking do
they wanna k!ll me, so i can’t trust you
last girl i been with tried to stab me, so i can’t keep a b_tch in my company
[verse 2: sunshine christo]
you know i got that h, like i’m triple h
got so many that my friends come to my place
she wanna go to the trap, she wants to get f_cked, she wants to do drugs but i can’t let her though
not trust b_tches that sh_t should be obvious
all these b_tches plotting on me, make it less obvious
all these people say they’re my friends, i don’t believe them
these people plotting on me, yeah i can see them
your intentions are f_cked up, i can tell by one look
all you people f_cking riddle, yeah looking like a book
all you people f_ck with me but deep down you really don’t
i can tell cause when you’re around you act like no one’s home
[verse 3: sunshine christo]
they’re f_cking plotting on me
they wanna f_ck with me
they’re tryna f_ck on me but you can’t f_ck the team
they wanna f_ck with me, they wanna mess my team
you can’t f_ck with me cause only i can f_ck with me
my friends know me, they know i’m f_cking real
all these flaky f_cking losers never in the field
all these people wanna see me get shot
well i got a gat so i’m not getting got
[verse 4: vain]
god help us all, god help us all
god help us all, i know the one to call
failing in school cause i’m gonna play ball
worrying about a b_tch is not my f_cking job
staying by myself, i ain’t trying to get caught
f_ck all your feelings, it don’t matter in the end
f_ck all your family and f_ck all your friends
(it’s not like i really won)
[verse 5: vain]
vain, i’m the one, chosen by the god and the sun
to deliver onto us bars
pause, truth laid down a beat that’s f_cking hard
picasso would be jealous of my art
wanna go back and give george washington a cart
he would probably say do not listen to thy wh0res
for we are not simping on all fours
just to get attention from a wh0re
the bar is on the floor
there was never hope but i made it
one percent chance, ninety_nine percent faked it
christo got us here all with hard work
left all the lazy ass bums in the dirt
people who weren’t here started hating
talking about sh_t that happened in their hibernation
gotta get away, i can’t stand em’
me and christo always go in tandem
shoutout to you, you know we love the fandom
[verse 6: $wipebanditgøth]
you ain’t got no friends, they all f_cking fake
i was in the field like a dead slave
heard christ tote a .40, but it’s revelations
little cousin bang the 50’s but he not my cousin
i was on ’57 when they was plotting on me
i was on ’57 where they banging crip
shawty not even a loc, he said he trying to k!ll me
but that was back in the burbs, i’m talking about my homie
it was all on the double deuce, double o tried to sacrifice me
no friends, f_ck a b_tch, i don’t even got no family
trying to k!ll goth, they tried to catch me slipping in the alley
my heart stone cold, i took this b_tch too many dates in death valley
i got the flame stick and it can leave your ass without a family
b_tch plotting on me, she need to be less obvious
i got the oppa stick and it can really slash a thot
she just a silly hoe
[verse 7: $wipebanditgøth]
trying to rob me, she need to run back to her boyfriend
cut from the ocean, glock stun and some more sh_t
got polo, she can’t afford it, but n_gga that’s my old sh_t
got treasure in the fortress, got b00by traps, i dare they touch it
glockie cause a ruckus, nut like uncle ruckus
n_gga’s racist, is some hoe sh_t
i was k!lling n_ggas, goth might even k!ll an indian
it’s a strange game n_gga, but n_gga that’s the world we in
goth no $wipe bandit, we gon’ leave him at the laundry mat
they talk like the black panthers, they can’t even k!ll a pale skin
i was on ’57, but they need to check the thermostat
i was in the hideout, n_gga i was worried about where my daddy was at
know it gets greasy, i hope that n_gga make it home
d_mn, but in the ghetto, can’t call it home
d_mn, my daddy still in the ghetto, that’s where he call his home
i was on ’57 getting throated by hoe
i need my trophies, gold chains, gold robes
i need my trophies, gold chains, gold rings
i need my trophies, n_gga i need the whole thing
[outro]
yeah, $wipebanditgøth
but you already knew that
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