ANDRE NICKATINA - Sunny Kim lyrics

rate me

who ever did this origanally is retarted. ima give yall nigga the real lyrics.

I think this is fairly accurate, but there are some mistakes if some wishes to correct them.

Listen to this stuff

Tales of two andres...

Where the money and the drugs I can't resist

Like a frog prince that needs a woman's kiss

The way I get down is a tragedy

They say, “Yeah nicky, Your Majesty”

Mind goin' blind in the whim

Cover my eyes with the front of my brim

My still is the lady, yeah sun duck kim

I'ma say it right here

Why you fuckin' with him?

Why you fuckin' with him?

I'm a jewel-lord jim

Like somethin' that's priceless worn by Isis

Blowin' on weed in the eye of the storm

Gettin' snuck in the back of girl's college dorm

Homie now what?

Roll this blunt.

Nigga watcha drinkin' out your new pimp cup?

Alcohol yeah, with a little cranberry

Hit it long enough it start to taste like cherry

I'm in the door

Blow on the horn

These freaks be thinkin' that I'ma Capricorn

Man in a whim

I tip my brim

Still laxing kim, why ch'ou fuckin' with him?

Why you fuckin with him?

Pass the joint

Fillmoe Lakeview Hunter's point

24/7 there's junk to sell

An' no fairy tale

An' I wish you well

Because when I make bail

It's like the flames of hell

Or bullet shells that tip the scale

Or be washed around

Cause it's electric

You can detect it

You mother fecked it

It's gettin' kind of hectic

He's gettin' kind of restless

Mother fuckers out there say dat he's the bestest

I rides around in my car,

thinkin' about money and ménage a trios

No I'm not a star

Blaze this LAH

Me and my nigga talk shit at the bar

Hahh

Nah freak you can't braid my hair

So you can have me outta line like Huggy Bear

I got clothes to wear

That don't compare

I get a flat, get a new car

Fuck a Spare

In my fresh new keen, nicky underwear

Ya pipe for a vine?

Little sher khan says “why smoke bomb, it doesn't hurt your moms

And it keeps me calm

And that's how I'm God”

You gotta keep it sticky like Charlotte's Web

Blow a sack on a track, on a baller's bed

Hold out your hand baby, I'll read your palm

Like Kymo don,

My game is on

There're 32 papers in a zig-zag pack

It take two hos to make one track

They say Huey Newton took two in the back

What's up with that?

My dialog is in the rap catalog

And tell the grim reaper you'll catch the God

So fresh. (So fresh) So clean, (So clean)

You'll see Nicky T on flight six-14

Like Billy Sims I tip my brim

And Sunny Kim, why you fuckin' with him?

Across state, 'cross county lines

In your alpine is the master mind

Picture my Van Gough, Your flow design

You wanna hear a cat rhyme that I hope is mine

Come here, yeah baby is my open line

You gotta pretty face

Dis' PICIES Hyphy

Gin and coke Wu-tang in the Nikes

I could never cheat the game in my life, see?

O-khan I react like a Pikie

My ki'

Then Sunny called, Did you hear the phone

Because a real rap lord's been left alone

It's like rap-capone

With dallas chrome

Or Love Jones all in your bones

Treat a girl like a freak, then send her home

Like a ice-cream cone

My heart is cold

I'm kind of bold

Thanks to google pi phi and pike.. hes referring to greek life. for these lyrics