Sunday To Sunday

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Yea, you know how we comin in
SHY4L it's been SHY4L you knew that
Let that shit ride for a second
They gotta feel it gotta feel this
Yea Let a nigga take my place we still getting cake
Bitch we alright
Make sure the lil bro stay pray he beat his case
And we alright
Let me find out one of these niggas got something to say
And we all slide
S H Y got mob ties
Blood stains on my off white
Get in there
I ain't even read your text
F*ck that hoe I don't need your stress
We up now and we got P's on deck
Touchdown hold up let me beat my chest
Apply more pressure my words undress her I ain't even reach my level
I need them Ms her and her friend telling me chill bitch I cant settle
Yea I need your energy what the hell got into me
X Pills Drank spills in love wit yo sex still
Jigga sex she know that's rich nigga sex
Shootouts in broad day when I get home I just want this dick wet
Bitch I been a soldier
F*ck twelve I aint pullin over
Make a left then bend the corner
I pray god keep my head strong
Its niggas that want my head gone
I don't count them misses aint counting on bitches f*ck that stress
Trap Sunday to Sunday im getting money I cant get no rest
Real bitch with a attitude
Come and let me brag on you
Got it by yourself thats why all the bitches mad at you
Its been too long these niggas cant match what you on
And im still by myself
Run it up aint need no help yea
Trap Sunday to Sunday, run it up we getting money
Cut some niggas off I don't know they was movin funny
They like why you in the field
I still got some niggas hungry
Pop another pill I was up Monday to Sunday
Yea Let a nigga take my place we still getting cake
Bitch we alright
Make sure the lil bro stay pray he beat his case
And we alright
Let me find out one of these niggas got something to say
And we all slide
S H Y got mob ties
Blood stains on my off white
Get in there
I aint even read your text
F*ck that hoe I don't need your stress
We up now and we got P's on deck
Touchdown hold up let me beat my chest
Apply more pressure my words undress her I aint even reach my level
I need them Ms her and her friend telling me chill bitch I cant settle
Trap Sunday to Sunday
Run it up we getting money
Cut some niggas off I don't know they was movin funny
They like why you in the field
I still got some niggas hungry
Pop another pill I was up Monday to Sunday

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