Chills – Sunny Dee LYRICS (feat. ITSOKTOCRY)

Chills – Sunny Dee (feat. ITSOKTOCRY) TEXT

[Intro: Tinywiings, ITSOKTOCRY]
1, 2, 3, 4
ITSOKTOCRY intensely screams

[Chorus: Chills]
Worry bout you, don’t give a f* you mad at me for?
Ay, I don’t fear no man
Talking all that s* about your sorrow

[Verse 1: Chills]
Ay, to my vices I’m so helpless
The way I had to make her mine, you could call me selfish
Opps getting dealt with
Boy, you soft as velvet
Always sunny, money tall as Tacko on the Celtics
Got that loud pack, get you higher than a spaceship
You got half a gram, that won’t even keep the flame lit
I ain’t even trippin, give a f*

[Bridge: Chills]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, It’s all the same s*
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, It’s all the same s*

[Verse 2: ITSOKTOCRY]
FLEX UP (WET)
RACKS UP (CASH)
FLEX UP (WHAT)
RACKS UP (WOOO)
FLEX UP (WET)
RACKS UP (CASH)
FLEX UP (WET)
RACKS UP (WOOO)

SWAG UP x 8
(YAH YAH)

Hi-Tech it make my juice red
I smoke clean
Color cool whip
Like Charlie sheen
I got too rich
What that mean?
I’m the cool kid
If you broke don’t talk to me
Ima rude boy so excuse me
If you broke don’t talk to me
Ima rude boy so excuse me

(This my swag
Hol up)

[Bridge: Chills]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, It’s all the same s*
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, It’s all the same s*

[Chorus: Chills]
Worry bout you, don’t give a f* you mad at me for?
Ay, I don’t fear no man
Talking all that s* about your sorrow

[Outro: Chills, ITSOKTOCRY]
Ay, sweeter than a mango
Tats on her body and she acting kinda shallow
Said that he got guns like he Rambo
You can never see me, John Cena rockin camo
ITSOKTOCRY intensely screams

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