Testo Sunny Dayz - Key Glock
Testo della canzone Sunny Dayz (Key Glock), tratta dall'album Glockaveli: The Don (Video Album)
Sunny
Yesterday my life was filled with rain
Now the dark days are done, and the bright days are here
My sunny one shines so sincere
Sunny one so true
I love you
(B-B-Bankroll Got It)
Ay, let's take these niggas to school
Ay, Mr. Glock be the name (Glizock)
Yeah, bitch, I make my own rules (rules)
Don't give a fuck 'bout no fame (yeah)
Ay, you going to win, you going to lose (lose)
That's just a part of the game (game)
I got a lot on my chest (chest), I got a lot on my plate
Money do not heal the pain (pain)
I swap my chain for his brain (fah)
Can't ride my wave, you going to sink (nah)
Little bro, he ready to blank
They know my face at the bank
Pulled up in the V12 tank (skrrt-skrrt)
Bitch think I'm tricking, I ain't (nah, nah)
Been busy doubling this cake (yeah)
They named me after a gun (Glizock)
I shit on niggas for fun (yeah)
They say that I'm one of one (I'm him)
You had your chance, one and done (yeah)
Knew not to fuck with the don (him)
Fuck-nigga, look what you done (stupid)
These niggas ain't did what I done
(These niggas ain't did what I done)
Now, the dark days are gone (for real)
And the bright days are here (yeah)
My sunny one shines so sincere (uh)
Sunny, one so true, I love you
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
So high my eyes red (red), but all I see is money
This ugly-ass watch cost me 200 (200)
Every time you look up Glizock stuntin' (Glizock)
I ain't kicking shit with these niggas, I ain't punting (nah)
Ay, I ain't trying to hang, I ain't trying to be cool (cool)
If a bitch spend the night, she gotta leave at noon (yeah)
Real neat freak, clean my dick and room (yeah)
I ran money up, no stairs (let's go)
I can't hang with niggas, they square (square)
Yeah, I came in with niggas, they stare (stare)
I'm stuck in my ways, can't help myself (yeah, 'self)
I'ma hustle hard 'til it ain't nothing left (yeah)
(I'ma hustle hard until it ain't nothing left, let's go)
I ran up some Ms, had to catch my breath (yeah)
Got 300 racks on my arm (racks)
I got these hos in my palm (bitch)
These niggas talking this and that
I'm on their head like a bun (the fuck)
Bro, keep a stick, that's his wand (fah)
Yeah, make a nigga disappear (yeah)
In Glock we trust, only God I fear (yeah)
Bitch, we cutthroats from ear to ear
(Yeah, yeah) now the dark days are gone
(Yeah, yeah) and the bright days are here
(Yeah) my sunny one shines so sincere
Sunny one so true, I love you
Credits
Writer(s): Bobby Hebb, Joel Banks, Markeyvius Cathey, Taylor Banks
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