Sunset Lyrics
| Song | Sunset |
| Artist | Shawn Chrystopher |
| Album | Lovestory |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I’ll be picking the crowd at snap back, | |
| It’s finding for only one, | |
| I’m killing niggers in line, | |
| I’m feeling like | |
| I’ll be whine. | |
| These rappers don’t show respect, | |
| I’m feeling sorry for mine, | |
| The verses, they keep me go, when these policies is looking brown, damn. | |
| So how you’re in my city if you don’t get no checks? | |
| If everybody here is friends, who’s the fucking badass? | |
| And what’s my competition without the participants? | |
| You niggers oochie wally, | |
| I’m more like it was written, | |
| You steady decent, but | |
| I won’t say shit, | |
| Not ‘cause | |
| I’m mature, because you ain’t on my playlist. | |
| So I cannot be responsive to something | |
| I never heard of, | |
| You reach in to shake my hand | |
| I’m flipping naked the bird of you. | |
| Hop under your birth to the bitches, you know | |
| I’m fucking, | |
| After she finish, nothing, race of the discussion. | |
| I’m laughing, this bitch is cushion, sex away my concussion, | |
| You let it here while you puffing, | |
| I’m out here under construction, damn. | |
| So fuck ‘em all, | |
| I mean it, fuck ‘em all, | |
| I hit the club in my city in purpose, | |
| I dug ‘em all. | |
| I’m tired of fake hugs and dealing with fake thugs, | |
| I’m looking forward to the far, ‘cause | |
| I’m a rack up. | |
| I told the hostess | |
| I got my cake up. | |
| Hostess? Cake? | |
| Boy, wake up. | |
| See, I’m the greatest, | |
| I mean it, | |
| I’m the greatest. | |
| I rather walk in my checks than driving something from | |
| Avis. I let the weak unfold, you niggers kiss my ass, boy, cheek and hole. ‘cause is the utter role, you niggers skipping class, | |
| I graduated, now you wonder why you didn’t pass. | |
| I’m from the half, | |
| I have this, living in the past | |
| They stay in the street, but pay the curve by saying trash. | |
| And they say my name whenever my city’s mentioned, | |
| And you ain’t making no sense like the nigger that’s found missing. | |
| Yeah, I told that he can turn to peaches, | |
| Use the zipper for his products, looking thicker than that stripper. | |
| Boy, no better roge, stay out of tune, | |
| She only fuck with me, and | |
| I know I was deuce. | |
| Instead a couple chains | |
| I’ve got a silver range, | |
| I made a change of silver, see, that’s the girl on pains. | |
| I can’t believe she ain’t a model like these, | |
| Black tights, white heels, looking fauls like thick. | |
| I do not understand the discussion, my exes say me they hate me, so now | |
| I’m fucking their cousins. | |
| I guess my success got her undressed, ain’t in | |
| Nebrasco, but she drinks | |
| Sunsets. They call me when the sun sets, | |
| I need her. | |
| My father figure, my father ain’t never figured to be a father, didn’t want to be bothered, | |
| So without her having a dollar my mother raised her a scholar, | |
| That’s why | |
| I’m popping my collar, so if you with me, say “holla”. | |
| Shut up, you niggers be loud, watch you gonna kick you around, | |
| Rather be dying for momma’s flaws than never be trying. | |
| You niggers sit on your couch, what the fuck tell me about | |
| All of my verses are living verges of momma’s new house, suicidal. | |
| I smoke so much life, | |
| I see the damn butterfly through the broken sky | |
| I smoke so much life, | |
| I see the damn butterfly through the broken sky | |
| Wish I could have wings to fly away to where black kings are gonna stay, | |
| I’m talking wide away, | |
| I’m anxious, ‘cause everyone | |
| I know is patient, either ain’t shit, or they’re ancient. | |
| And that ain’t me. |
| I' ll be picking the crowd at snap back, | |
| It' s finding for only one, | |
| I' m killing niggers in line, | |
| I' m feeling like | |
| I' ll be whine. | |
| These rappers don' t show respect, | |
| I' m feeling sorry for mine, | |
| The verses, they keep me go, when these policies is looking brown, damn. | |
| So how you' re in my city if you don' t get no checks? | |
| If everybody here is friends, who' s the fucking badass? | |
| And what' s my competition without the participants? | |
| You niggers oochie wally, | |
| I' m more like it was written, | |
| You steady decent, but | |
| I won' t say shit, | |
| Not ' cause | |
| I' m mature, because you ain' t on my playlist. | |
| So I cannot be responsive to something | |
| I never heard of, | |
| You reach in to shake my hand | |
| I' m flipping naked the bird of you. | |
| Hop under your birth to the bitches, you know | |
| I' m fucking, | |
| After she finish, nothing, race of the discussion. | |
| I' m laughing, this bitch is cushion, sex away my concussion, | |
| You let it here while you puffing, | |
| I' m out here under construction, damn. | |
| So fuck ' em all, | |
| I mean it, fuck ' em all, | |
| I hit the club in my city in purpose, | |
| I dug ' em all. | |
| I' m tired of fake hugs and dealing with fake thugs, | |
| I' m looking forward to the far, ' cause | |
| I' m a rack up. | |
| I told the hostess | |
| I got my cake up. | |
| Hostess? Cake? | |
| Boy, wake up. | |
| See, I' m the greatest, | |
| I mean it, | |
| I' m the greatest. | |
| I rather walk in my checks than driving something from | |
| Avis. I let the weak unfold, you niggers kiss my ass, boy, cheek and hole. ' cause is the utter role, you niggers skipping class, | |
| I graduated, now you wonder why you didn' t pass. | |
| I' m from the half, | |
| I have this, living in the past | |
| They stay in the street, but pay the curve by saying trash. | |
| And they say my name whenever my city' s mentioned, | |
| And you ain' t making no sense like the nigger that' s found missing. | |
| Yeah, I told that he can turn to peaches, | |
| Use the zipper for his products, looking thicker than that stripper. | |
| Boy, no better roge, stay out of tune, | |
| She only fuck with me, and | |
| I know I was deuce. | |
| Instead a couple chains | |
| I' ve got a silver range, | |
| I made a change of silver, see, that' s the girl on pains. | |
| I can' t believe she ain' t a model like these, | |
| Black tights, white heels, looking fauls like thick. | |
| I do not understand the discussion, my exes say me they hate me, so now | |
| I' m fucking their cousins. | |
| I guess my success got her undressed, ain' t in | |
| Nebrasco, but she drinks | |
| Sunsets. They call me when the sun sets, | |
| I need her. | |
| My father figure, my father ain' t never figured to be a father, didn' t want to be bothered, | |
| So without her having a dollar my mother raised her a scholar, | |
| That' s why | |
| I' m popping my collar, so if you with me, say " holla". | |
| Shut up, you niggers be loud, watch you gonna kick you around, | |
| Rather be dying for momma' s flaws than never be trying. | |
| You niggers sit on your couch, what the fuck tell me about | |
| All of my verses are living verges of momma' s new house, suicidal. | |
| I smoke so much life, | |
| I see the damn butterfly through the broken sky | |
| I smoke so much life, | |
| I see the damn butterfly through the broken sky | |
| Wish I could have wings to fly away to where black kings are gonna stay, | |
| I' m talking wide away, | |
| I' m anxious, ' cause everyone | |
| I know is patient, either ain' t shit, or they' re ancient. | |
| And that ain' t me. |
| I' ll be picking the crowd at snap back, | |
| It' s finding for only one, | |
| I' m killing niggers in line, | |
| I' m feeling like | |
| I' ll be whine. | |
| These rappers don' t show respect, | |
| I' m feeling sorry for mine, | |
| The verses, they keep me go, when these policies is looking brown, damn. | |
| So how you' re in my city if you don' t get no checks? | |
| If everybody here is friends, who' s the fucking badass? | |
| And what' s my competition without the participants? | |
| You niggers oochie wally, | |
| I' m more like it was written, | |
| You steady decent, but | |
| I won' t say shit, | |
| Not ' cause | |
| I' m mature, because you ain' t on my playlist. | |
| So I cannot be responsive to something | |
| I never heard of, | |
| You reach in to shake my hand | |
| I' m flipping naked the bird of you. | |
| Hop under your birth to the bitches, you know | |
| I' m fucking, | |
| After she finish, nothing, race of the discussion. | |
| I' m laughing, this bitch is cushion, sex away my concussion, | |
| You let it here while you puffing, | |
| I' m out here under construction, damn. | |
| So fuck ' em all, | |
| I mean it, fuck ' em all, | |
| I hit the club in my city in purpose, | |
| I dug ' em all. | |
| I' m tired of fake hugs and dealing with fake thugs, | |
| I' m looking forward to the far, ' cause | |
| I' m a rack up. | |
| I told the hostess | |
| I got my cake up. | |
| Hostess? Cake? | |
| Boy, wake up. | |
| See, I' m the greatest, | |
| I mean it, | |
| I' m the greatest. | |
| I rather walk in my checks than driving something from | |
| Avis. I let the weak unfold, you niggers kiss my ass, boy, cheek and hole. ' cause is the utter role, you niggers skipping class, | |
| I graduated, now you wonder why you didn' t pass. | |
| I' m from the half, | |
| I have this, living in the past | |
| They stay in the street, but pay the curve by saying trash. | |
| And they say my name whenever my city' s mentioned, | |
| And you ain' t making no sense like the nigger that' s found missing. | |
| Yeah, I told that he can turn to peaches, | |
| Use the zipper for his products, looking thicker than that stripper. | |
| Boy, no better roge, stay out of tune, | |
| She only fuck with me, and | |
| I know I was deuce. | |
| Instead a couple chains | |
| I' ve got a silver range, | |
| I made a change of silver, see, that' s the girl on pains. | |
| I can' t believe she ain' t a model like these, | |
| Black tights, white heels, looking fauls like thick. | |
| I do not understand the discussion, my exes say me they hate me, so now | |
| I' m fucking their cousins. | |
| I guess my success got her undressed, ain' t in | |
| Nebrasco, but she drinks | |
| Sunsets. They call me when the sun sets, | |
| I need her. | |
| My father figure, my father ain' t never figured to be a father, didn' t want to be bothered, | |
| So without her having a dollar my mother raised her a scholar, | |
| That' s why | |
| I' m popping my collar, so if you with me, say " holla". | |
| Shut up, you niggers be loud, watch you gonna kick you around, | |
| Rather be dying for momma' s flaws than never be trying. | |
| You niggers sit on your couch, what the fuck tell me about | |
| All of my verses are living verges of momma' s new house, suicidal. | |
| I smoke so much life, | |
| I see the damn butterfly through the broken sky | |
| I smoke so much life, | |
| I see the damn butterfly through the broken sky | |
| Wish I could have wings to fly away to where black kings are gonna stay, | |
| I' m talking wide away, | |
| I' m anxious, ' cause everyone | |
| I know is patient, either ain' t shit, or they' re ancient. | |
| And that ain' t me. |
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