Children of the Sun

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I had to brrr stick it

Ha ha ha kick it

To the homies cause you phoney

You don't really doe me only

Top notch you say you date no hesitatin' to G me

They startin' celebratin', what am I, a TD?

You see me on TV and thinkin' "Ooh, he cute"

But if I ain't make no hits could I get that dookie shoot?

Without that boo-coo look or if I ain't shoot no hoop, could I scoop?

Cause every booty stink when they poop

You could be rich and fake an attitude to say "Pass you"

But I ain't mad at you (Freakiness with that) and I ain't rad at you

I padded you on your back for your good deed

But the extraordinary mood swings I don't need

Plead guilty cause your booty filthy, pull a riggy riggy

Touch base and now I'm feelin' stinky sticky

Sit me on it bone it if you have to top-notch a hood brat

Your booty ain't all that, you bastard

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Children

Children of the Sun (Children of the Sun)

I talk about the boujee puddy cat

That scrooped a shoe buyer in no time flat

Now come on, baby, why you wanna treat me like that?

All I wanna do is sit down and just chit-chat

Now why is it so damn complicated

To get with a cutie that's college edumacated

I simply stated, frankly, I think your drama's overrated

But I got the pin for your balloon to be deflated

Now waddup waddup with this boujee attitude

Nowadays a compliment represent us being rude

Now what if I was to say you lookin' through and lookin' [?]

The complementive attitude that's lookin' hella screwed

Take a Gary or a Mary, Hakeem or a Nancy

And they [?] a spot that everybody got it

Type A can reproduce with type B

When them aliens come, you won't be dumbed of who your family be

Do you wanna chill with me witcho glooty-us-maximus?

(It's like jelly)

Come on peel with me, bring that glooty-us-maximus

(To my hotelly)

Come through soon, we can get a movie

Your glooty-us-maximus (Seems ready)

Just don't act like you're better than me

'Cause your glooty-us-maximus' still smelly

'Cause everybody butt stink (No)

You know what I'm sayin'?

I don't care who you are

Rich, poor, high, low, black, white, candy stripe

Yeah (One people)

Kick it

Space people, universal love

Ain't not one race (Ain't no one race) of people

(Yeah)

We're children of the Sun (Am I lyin'? Look it up!)

Space people (people, yeah) universal love

Ain't not one race (Ain't not one race) of people

Children of the Sun (Children of the sun)

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Children

Children, children, children, children, children

Children, children, children, children, children

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