Correction Paroles My Sunshine par Feloni

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Lil' Tony said don't get a rock
Get the 'volver
When you throw-back on a hater
Make 'em holla'
I love meet'n real men
(Yeah)
Not intimidated by a woman's plans
To get the riches and flip it
So we can it sip it, y'all
We do'n things all night
You with it
Phuck a mule
Give me the banker
'Cause she gone shake it up
For them paper chasers
Boy, you know I'm unbossed
Unsold
So take it easy when you talk to me from the horse
Four shots in the sky
Muthaphucka'
I'm a ride or die
You know my steelo is loco
But we can take it there
You say you famous, player
Nicka, I don't care
You love this azz
That you wanna' control
But you know this chick is hard to hold
So ...

Why you wanna take my sunshine
My sunshine is all mine
(Hater)
Why you wanna take my sunshine
My sunshine, my sunshine
(Snitch)
Why you wanna take my sunshine
My sunshine is all mine
(Bitch)
Why you wanna take my sunshine
My sunshine, my sunshine

I know you wanna keep me in a small box
But I'm crossing over
Worldwide, baby
What you got?
From the bottom to the top
I can make it hot
One woman
One label
I can make it pop
Don't front
Like you don't know the name, player
I'll give you five
But I want my change, hater
People say I'm insane
I can't make it through
But I'm a cross that bridge
Show you what it do

So put the money where your mouth is, kid
My name is famous
And I barely do gigs
I got the word-of-mouth on my shit
If people love it, Nicka
Phuck showbiz
I'm a trendsetter, Hater
Come and follow me

If you want the same old shit
Follow Industry
I'm sending love to the South for embracing me
And to my West Coast Fam
You know how we be

Why you wanna' take my sunshine
My sunshine is all mine
(Hater)
Why you wanna' take my sunshine
My sunshine, my sunshine
(Snitch)
Why you wanna' take my sunshine
My sunshine is all mine
(Bitch)
Why you wanna' take my sunshine
My sunshine, my sunshine

I stay on the grind
24/7, Nicka
I ain't here
Just to make my account bigger
But if I get the figures
You can figure that it be
While you muthaphuckas hate
I get royalties

To the ladies that got their independent-cy
If you feel me, baby
Clap yo' hands and stump your feet
Don't let no damn body
Tell you who you ought to be
Don't let no damn body
Feed you all that garbage, B

Listen
When them haters try to make you melt
Just keep the faith, baby
Love yo-self
You got the power
You don't need they help
You got the power, baby
Trust yo-self
Thank you haters
For puttin' me to the test
Thank you haters
For teaching me to love myself
Thank you haters
For helping me to be the best
But for now
To the left
To the left

You see
You ain't gotta' be loud to be heard
Trust your Haters
They gon' make you strong
Trust me!

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