Sundays

Sarah Itamah

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Sarah Itamah


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Wake up in the morning 
I'm still tryna get my shit back 
Listening to niggas that ain't spit man they shit whack
Lying on the floor with pen that's my attack
Ain't no 45 but I still gon give you that smack 
A nice remedy 
For all you bitches that keep on trying me 
I ain't saying names no publicity 
So you can hide your smile behind hide your teeth
And keep your fake remorse
I know it hurts you when you see me go
All the places you ain't ever been before
So keep back before I treat that
Your looks say I cannot do that
It's funny how you tracing my tracks 
Thank God for the clubs on the Sundays
Where the lights low ain't nobody know me
Can I get an uh
Can I get a yeah
Can I get another shot of what you're drinking babe
I'll go where the money is flowing
Good vibes yeah love she is calling
Can I get an uh
Can I get a yeah
Can I get another shot of what you're drinking babe
Tiptoe so I know you like it slow 
Like the way moving with respect that's how I roll
Give me some more time and then I'll really it go
Keep on doing what you're doing then I'll you know
I love the way you never try to lead the way
Even when I cry and irritate
Yeah you know I always try to go my way
But I make it up by face
Uh, I like the way she move inside
Like she never had a problem with her fragile pride
With her wig back, ass fat
Showing bitches that she really is that
Babe though, face too fine to be just in radio
But I bet that you crying baby if you say so
Yeah
Thank God for the clubs on the Sundays
Where the lights low ain't nobody know me
Can I get an uh
Can I get a yeah
Can I get another shot of what you're drinking babe
I'll go where the money is flowing
Good vibes yeah love she is calling
Can I get an uh
Can I get a yeah
Can I get another shot of what you're drinking babe
Sing this song for me
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Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh
Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Thank God for the clubs on the Sundays
Where the lights low ain't nobody know me
Can I get an uh
Can I get a yeah
Can I get another shot of what you're drinking babe
I'll go where the money is flowing
Good vibes yeah love she is calling
Can I get an uh
Can I get a yeah
Can I get another shot of what you're drinking babe
Thank God for the clubs on the Sundays
Where the lights low ain't nobody know me
Can I get an uh
Can I get a yeah
Can I get another shot of what you're drinking babe
I'll go where the money is flowing
Good vibes yeah love she is calling
Can I get an uh
Can I get a yeah
Can I get another shot of what you're drinking babe

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Written by: Esheza Itamah

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