Andre Nickatina - Sunny Kim lyrics

Tales of two andres... With the money and the d** I can't resist Like a frog princess 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'mma say it right here Why you f**in' with him? Why you f**in' with him? I'm a j**el-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 dorms Homie now what? Roll this blunt n***a 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'mma Capricorn Man in a whim I tip my brim Still laxing kim, why you f**in' with him? Why you f**in with him? Pa** 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 f**ers 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 fly Me and my n***a talk sh** 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 f** a Spare In my fresh new keen, nicky underwear Ya pipe for a vine Little sher khan says “why smoke vine, it doesn't hurt your moms And it keeps me calm And that's on 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 hoes 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 f**in' 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' Pisces Hyphee 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 a long 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