Sunflower Dreams Freestyle
Oh God, let me take my time, try to make these dimes, so I walk around like that guy
Tryna do sold out shows, pull the wrist off, might as well clean, kick it up high
Everyone says it's a tic-tac-toe of a game that we all play in our lives
I'm just prayin' to God every day that we all can have fun before we die
Oh, this is vibe, huh? We gonna pull up these 60 bikes, yeah, that's summertime, huh
Catch me with the guys, huh? We finna blow, takin' time, bro
Like 1, 2, 3, no A, B, C, can't catch me way too high, yo
Freshy, swaggy, sneaky's on my big ol' feeties
Yeah, flexin' on these Hades, lil' boy, you won't be me
Yeah, diamonds started gleanin' in the summer heatin'
Whoa, drownin' like it's Fiji, lemon water squeezin'
Kick back, relax, got you like that, boy, who's that
Let's kick it with the dope-ass band with a name that sounds like Thanksgiving
It's summertime, so you know it's a vibe, rollin' round with the speakers high
Let's try playin' day and night, when we hit the stage, y'all gon' be losin' minds
So spooky-ooky, the way she movin' her tushy
I know that she ain't a rookie, I'm tryin' to make her my pookie, yeah
We in a party, can't get my eyes off the shawty
Tryin' to meet her mind and her body, straight rings, I'm gon' make it sloppy, yeah
I really wanna thank everybody for turnin' in, this was great, this was awesome
Shoutout Southernmost Gravy, this shit was amazing
Thank you for having me on the song
This was great, this was awesome
Tryna do sold out shows, pull the wrist off, might as well clean, kick it up high
Everyone says it's a tic-tac-toe of a game that we all play in our lives
I'm just prayin' to God every day that we all can have fun before we die
Oh, this is vibe, huh? We gonna pull up these 60 bikes, yeah, that's summertime, huh
Catch me with the guys, huh? We finna blow, takin' time, bro
Like 1, 2, 3, no A, B, C, can't catch me way too high, yo
Freshy, swaggy, sneaky's on my big ol' feeties
Yeah, flexin' on these Hades, lil' boy, you won't be me
Yeah, diamonds started gleanin' in the summer heatin'
Whoa, drownin' like it's Fiji, lemon water squeezin'
Kick back, relax, got you like that, boy, who's that
Let's kick it with the dope-ass band with a name that sounds like Thanksgiving
It's summertime, so you know it's a vibe, rollin' round with the speakers high
Let's try playin' day and night, when we hit the stage, y'all gon' be losin' minds
So spooky-ooky, the way she movin' her tushy
I know that she ain't a rookie, I'm tryin' to make her my pookie, yeah
We in a party, can't get my eyes off the shawty
Tryin' to meet her mind and her body, straight rings, I'm gon' make it sloppy, yeah
I really wanna thank everybody for turnin' in, this was great, this was awesome
Shoutout Southernmost Gravy, this shit was amazing
Thank you for having me on the song
This was great, this was awesome
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Adams
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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