Sunny Day Lyrics by Big Tymers

Sunny Day Lyrics

    [Chorus: T.Q.]
    Just like a sunny day, I'm gon' shine
    You betta cover yo face, or you'll be blind
    Oh big shiny blades, that's how I ride
    Just like a sunny day, watch me shine

    [Baby]
    Hey, eh, uhn-uhn-ah, uhn-uhn-ah hold on, ro, huh
    You see them chrome on dem whodi?
    Oooh-wee, bad mother fucker, chrome pipes, and chromed out mufflers
    Paint my cars, and dip these rods
    Re-do the inside, cuz stunna gon' ball
    Shine my teets, when I hit these streets
    Call hot boy Elvin, to slide me a piece
    Slipped it girl, fed her some gas
    I buh-a burn, I buh-a, buh-a burn ya ass
    Brawlers, bars, and marble's garage
    Minks on the floor, with them platinum toys
    Its 500 degrees, its hot as fuck (uh uh-a, uh uh-a)
    Believe me boy, my shit diced up
    I stay one way, I play every day
    Its February 15th, stunna, hows the day?

    [Mannie Fresh]
    Now if you believe, like I believe
    We can get to the mountain top
    We can achieve what Martin was talkin bout
    Whats all the barkin bout?
    I'm a man playa, on my two feet, thats how I'm walking out
    Alot of these chumps niggas say I just bling too much
    But alot of yall ain't doing nothing, y'all just dream too much
    And all of y'all niggas ain't coming up to nuttin but a big ole zero
    And in case you didn't know nigga, I'm the hood hero

    [Chorus]

    [Gotti]
    Its like a sunny day, plus I'm getting money today
    With no funny play, cuz I got the gun at my waist
    And like stunna say, feeling like a hunter today
    Million, mommy fine, but she got bumps in her face
    But it ain't nothing but a G thang baby
    So I'ma hit it in the back of my Mercedes
    We on dubs, its all love, this shit crazy
    And Cash Money is the label that made me

    [Mikkey - overlapping last verse]
    Mikkey take em church, its on you what you take from this verse
    We like a cedar, we just straight from the dirt
    So its in us, we stuck, like its in us to
    cock..that..thang..back..and dump
    Please, you don't want it wit us
    Now they say money makes the world go round
    But for the right price,
    Stunna said yo girl done with the opposite of up
    More than music this is rap hustlin
    This is money mackin and publishin
    Death before struggling, thats shine daddy

    [Chorus]

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