Printed

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Sunshine Christo - Rap

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[Chorus] I don't think you know who you fucking with You fucking with me, you ain't fucking with no kid I told him the situation, who we got to get rid? You know that I'll do it, so just tell me the hit Beat so happy, but I rap murder on it Ain't nothing to be happy about, depressed than a bitch At least my money's here, I guess I'm fortunate Playing Call of Duty, my kills higher than John Wick I'm getting carried away, I just need to pick I'm a smart cookie, filled up with wit, 3d print a Glock, got the blueprints I saw your homie died on the news footage [Verse 1] Slow down, I'm a person too, I ain't the kind that you try to use Sophisticated, many different views, there's options, many different routеs I understand that you're confused, but you don't havе to be ruled Don't let others live in your head, that space isn't up for rent [Chorus] I don't think you know who you fucking with You fucking with me, you ain't fucking with no kid I told him the situation, who we got to get rid? You know that I'll do it, so just tell me the Goddamn hit Beat so happy, but I rap murder on it Ain't nothing to be happy about, depressed than a bitch At least money's here, I guess I'm fortunate Playing Call of Duty, higher kills than John Wick I'm getting carried away, need to just pick I'm a smart cookie, filled up with wit, 3d print a Glock, got the blueprints I saw your homie died on the news footage [Verse 2] I'm ahead the law, tracks covered like Geico This ain't The Office, stop trying to be Michael And stop singing, this ain't a recital I could rap through the first bit, American Idol [Slowed] [Chorus] I don't think you know who you fucking with You fucking with me, you ain't fucking with no kid I told him the situation, who we got to get rid? You know that I'll do it, so just tell me the hit Beat so happy, but I rap murder on it Ain't nothing to be happy about, depressed than a bitch At least my money's here, I guess I'm fortunate Playing Call of Duty, my kills higher than John Wick I'm getting carried away, I just need to pick I'm a smart cookie, filled up with wit, 3d print a Glock, got the blueprints I saw your homie died on the news footage [Verse 1] Slow down, I'm a person too, I ain't the kind that you try to use Sophisticated, many different views, there's options, many different routes I understand that you're confused, but you don't have to be ruled Don't let others live in your head, that space isn't up for rent [Chorus] I don't think you know who you fucking with You fucking with me, you ain't fucking with no kid I told him the situation, who we got to get rid? You know that I'll do it, so just tell me the Goddamn hit Beat so happy, but I rap murder on it Ain't nothing to be happy about, depressed than a bitch At least money's here, I guess I'm fortunate Playing Call of Duty, higher kills than John Wick I'm getting carried away, need to just pick I'm a smart cookie, filled up with wit, 3d print a Glock, got the blueprints I saw your homie died on the news footage [Verse 2] I'm ahead the law, tracks covered like Geico This ain't The Office, stop trying to be Michael And stop singing, this ain't a recital I could rap through the first bit, American Idol

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  • Sunshine Christo