Lyrics:
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
through excuse me gotta get by
Sorry no I can't slow down for nobody gotta the island on my back
Drove around pass the pile up got the miles up on the max
rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's
glimpse
A shiny pamphlet waiting
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It's a blue Mercedes
like 20 bucks a month for a tv..UNREAL! So I went, and picked out a cute 12 inch color TV, and walked home with it that day. I got a remote control unit,
the street
Waiting on the sunrise, praying a G on deep
It's a Sunday a fun day, and I crawl down Sunnydale
Sparkling sun rays, making the game prevail
Twenty-seven ounces, three 9 pieces I'm shaking back
My old hoe gon' fuck on Sunday, can't wait for that
H town, no fittin' on, we dealin' that
Rumors hit my
on a blunt
Beat hittin like brrrump bump bump
Crack I crease sound like a big bitch
In the back trying get up out a little nigga trunk
Turn heads for I
3 , 2 , 1
Yeah
Hey cutie its a twelve in the clock
Got a Sunday night with a kid called DROXXX
Get the Jukebox on turn the lights all off
Gotta pull
Someday this year
Sunday is here
My day is here
For cake and cheer
Can't wait, lay awake, last night
Like Christmas Eve getting those kinda vibes
money
You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy
So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin
And countin my blessings
And pray for
baby making
Gotta chop that freak sitting next to me
Bitch look like some nialating
Hey sunday morning 'round eleven roll by interupting in
honey is resting
And waiting for me
What my eyes feasted upon
Would have made
The fiercest god of war
Smile from ear to ear
The covers that once concealed
drugs, never an excuse
Oh that sucks
This is like my little every night shift
For me even like the Sunday right shrift
Yeah, and the right drift
Jet trails cut across a Winter County sky
That's why I recon Sunday is a good day to die
There's a beautiful black gale and then he's waiting there
Amor, you know, yeah, that'll be all right
Be in the backyard waiting for you
Under the palm trees drinking pineapple juice
So if you wanna swing by
tastes like the feeling of pizza
I know what you reach for
All dressed up with nowhere to go
Benched, waiting for a path to open up
Waiting for a thing
I heard y'all sleeping on the squad, told you not to do that
When y'all see us on the rise, don't lie, you better move back
We ain't waiting for
know where my feet landing
Floatin on this shit
Sippin d'usse
Till I'm seeing 2
Seeing 3 maybe 4
Shortys by beside
Want for some more
Niggas praying
rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's simple
Me, My Dad and my Mum --
oh they've been waiting and waiting
thought they'd still be waiting till kingdom come
for their ain hoose
for a hoose o their
Tossing a your bitch you slip we hit now we tossing a clips
Bossing and shit next thing I'm bubling and cavi
cause if the cold world air maxs
All the dubs
drama you come with
I swear you on some shit
Whether it's morphine or cocaine
Doja or dog food
They had these marks for Tre and Max
Fuckin' off
On Sunday afternoon
I open my window
I see people walking by
And people standing
Waiting for someone to hold
I suddenly remembered
How her smile and eyes
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