wehaveaproblem_SunnyBoy - 5000 Rounds Lyrics

- О-о-о, це реальний жир(реально да-а, not bad, not bad), she's got potential як то кажуть, давай далі(not bad)

Bi-Bi-Bi
Bitches
Bitches
Bithces just wanna make it to his body
But we knocked him out
Bithces just wanna make it to his body
But we knocked him out
Bithces just wanna make it to his body
But we knocked him out
Bithces just wanna make it to his body
But we knocked him out
Never stop breathin'
Never stop fakin'
Never stop breathin'
Never stop fakin'
Never stop breathin'
Never stop fakin'
Never stop breathin'
Never stop fakin'
Fa-Fakin'

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All I wanna say is that my boo will rock Celine (yeah)
And on B-day she will present me Patek Philippe (yeah)
After all this presents we will go to Philippines (yeah)
I hope it will be soon, she-she would be proud of me
I can make it iced out
Fully loaded Benz Truck
Shootin' like I'm Ward-Prowse
Watching for it like scout
We gon' make this way out
Two my brothers, shoutout
Speaking from my heart out
Straight in it, hop out

Bithces just wanna make it to his body
But we knocked him out
Bithces just wanna make it to his body
But we knocked him out
Bithces just wanna make it to his body
But we knocked him out
Bithces just wanna make it to his body
But we knocked him out
Never stop breathin'
Never stop breathin'
Never stop fakin'
Never stop breathin'
Never stop breathin'
Never stop fakin'
Never stop fakin'

What?
Performing (SunnyBoy)
What?
Performing (Sunny Boy)
What?
Performing
What?
Performing on your block and make all your bitches felt that (felt that)
Look 'em in them eyes and I keep 'em f*ckin' melted (f*ckin' melted)
They keep on avertin' they scared off of my silhouette (yeah)
They call me Elina 'cause I'm servin' like whole set
Bitches love him but I'm not so he prolly will be dead too
Make another body drop lookin' accidental (kss-kss)
Bitches wonder why I'm numb that's 'cause I ill mental
I be chillin' in the back sippin' dirty fanta (f*ck 'em)
Coolin' in the back, shit
Made her body wack, shit
Force her to move different like the f*ckin' rescue pack, shit
I be on the mad shit
I need me a mansion
I'm superhero but it's just matter of fact, shit
I'm in friendship wiht the gargoyles I'm this Earth's Spider-Man (Spider-Man)
Take the kids away from screens I'm gon' their bogeyman
I'm gonna hit you 'cause I'm hitman
Houston gonna beat you 'cause he really beatman (he's beatma-ma-ma-ma-ma-maker)

Bithces just wanna make it
But we knocked him
Bithces just wanna make it to his-to his
But we knocked him
Bithces just wanna make it to his-to his
But we knocked him out
Bithces just wanna make it to his-to his-to his-to his
But we knocked him out