Oppenheimer Soft

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Sunshine Christo - Rap

Oppenheimer Soft

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[Intro] Who are you? An angel What's your name? Satan [Verse] It's digital, but it can get very real Just another touchdown, made it in the field I ain't slowing down, you know that I do not yield I'ma use your body as my own shield Pussies be crying about how they feel Take your mental health and go shove it up your rear I don't got the time to listen to any tears I'ma drink crystal, keep it crystal clear Crystal Geyser, blow up like Oppenheimer I don't give a fuck about no Oppenheimer He was bitch-made, I bet he had a vagina If I made a nuke, I would flеx that shit Instead he cried in his room spеwing excrement I'm striving to be closer to excellence Independence, don't want to be carried Period sex, that bitch bloody like Carry You're an ogre, but I'm not Bloody Harry [Chorus] Need some guns, real quick, real quick, real quick I'm one of the people who can actually use that shit Need some guns, real quick, real quick I'm one of the only people who actually knows how to use that shit Real quick, real quick, real quick [Verse] It's digital, but it can get very real Just another touchdown, made it in the field I ain't slowing down, you know that I don't yield I'ma use your body as my personal shield Pussies be crying about how they feel Take your mental health and you can shove it up your rear I don't got the time to listen to your tears I'ma drink crystal, that crystal clear Crystal Geyser, blow up like Oppenheimer I don't give a fuck about no Oppenheimer [Bridge] Water recedes just as fast as it rushes forward [Outro] It's digital, but it can get very real Just another touchdown, made it in the field I ain't slowing down, you know that I do not yield I'ma use your body as my own shield Pussies be crying about how they feel Take your mental health and go shove it up your rear I don't got the time to listen to any tears I'ma drink crystal, keep it crystal clear Crystal Geyser, blow up like Oppenheimer I don't give a fuck about no Oppenheimer He was bitch-made, I bet he had a vagina If I made a nuke, I would flex that shit Instead he cried in his room spewing excrement I'm striving to be closer to excellence Independence, don't want to be carried Period sex, that bitch bloody like Carry You're an ogre, but I'm not Bloody Harry

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  • Sunshine Christo