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Travis Porter

Genres: Hip-Hop

Sunshine On Me Lyrics - Travis Porter

Feeling like a million bucks 'cause boy, I just got paid 

Living the life but all these haters try to keep me in the shade 

 

Step back and let the sunshine on me 

Step back and let the sunshine on me 

Step back and let the sunshine on me 

Step back and let the sunshine on me 

 

I might be caught doing numbers, momma 

Like how the hell yo young ass making all them commas 

I see them haters over there, nigga, get ya bread up 

Smashing out the car like, fuck nigga, catch up 

 

I'm 19 but I'm 'bout my ching, ching 

Cash, money, shit bitch, bling, bling 

Sunshine shining whole lotta diamonds 

Shout out to my jeweler came in perfect timing 

 

I done made 50 of them thangs 

Get it wet, I just made 50 of them thangs 

50 for a chain? 

Step back and let the sunshine on me 

Fu fool and let the sunshine on me 

 

Step back and let the sunshine on me 

Step back and let the sunshine on me 

Step back and let the sunshine on me 

Step back and let the sunshine on me 

 

Shit ain't how it used to be way back when we weren't paid 

But now that I'm paid all of these hatas they remind me of the shade 

I gotta move on, I gotta stay strong 

Push 'em to the side, put my hater blockers on 

I tell 'em get gone, I tell 'em goodbye 

 

Why you messing up my fly? 

Then I said 

(What you say?) 

You like a pair of Gucci sunshades 

 

Step back 'cause you blocking all the sunrays 

My daddy said that I'm gonna do it someday 

(You are) 

Well, guess what? That day is today 

(Hey) 

 

Step back and let the sunshine on me 

Step back and let the sunshine on me 

Step back and let the sunshine on me 

Step back and let the sunshine on me 

 

Step back and let the sun through 

I told my momma watch what ya son do 

But I guess that was TMI 

And big what up to Byron from BMI 

(What up, nigga?) 

 

We got the whole city rocking 

All in the club so you know we diddy bopping 

(Take that, take that, take that) 

 

I'm in the booth with no shoes on 

Feeling real cool with no jewels on 

They try to block me like a jump shot 

CEO told me we got one shot 

 

So I crossed 'em up and took it to the hole 

Passed it to Strap and Ali, Ally hooped up on them hoes 

 

Step back and let the sunshine on me 

Step back and let the sunshine on me 

Step back and let the sunshine on me 

Step back and let the sunshine on me 

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