Lyrics:
Bet I know my role
But they know
When I come to the court this is my sport
B dot O-B so bet I'm gone
Bet I'm on a brand new plane
Bet I'm in
a lingerie, bet
I know its wrong cause its Sunday
But, I'll do your favorite rapper on a replay ting
We don't do it cause its Sunday
Under that church dress,
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(Come on, go)
gone (hard 'cause my nigga gone)
And everyday it's gettin' worse (everyday it's gettin' worse)
My brother died on a Sunday (died on a Sunday)
I think
up in a shirt of mine on Sunday
But, we're a long way where I come from
It's a small place where I come from
But we can set the cruise, let the horses
it's raining on Sunday
Pray that it's raining on Sunday
Storming like crazy
We'll hide under the covers all afternoon
Baby whatever comes Monday
Bet you wanna fly
Are you flying high under neon skies
Bet you wanna fly back to me
Are you flying high under neon lights
Bet you wanna fly
Come on,
better come correct
It's a RIP the way that I lay these hoes to rest
Talking what you gon' do to me well I ain't seen it yet
Drop the addy you can get
few
Spend all day digging my grave
Now go get Sunday's slave
Tuesday sleeps in a stable
Wednesday's in a chains
Tuesday gathers up the crumbs under
under the table
Wednesday dare not complain
My heart has collapsed
On the tracks of a run-a-way train
Just whisper his name
And here comes Sunday's
under the table
Wednesday dare not complain
My heart has collapsed
On the tracks of a run-a-way train
Just whisper his name
And here comes Sunday's
in Heaven
Ever since my nigga died I've been strapped up and ready
Come and get it - it's Wheezy Whee, the hottest ever
Now this fella gon' get
cleaner than your
Motherfucking preacher on sunday morning
Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard
I do work to get by
But bet I be the cleanest
(bet that)
Ova here is where you really wanna be (bet that)
I ain't wit the bull
I'm bout my money
And when I do it I do it Thursday to Sunday (bet
felt the tire slip out from under me
And I never set out lookin' for Jesus
So I guess Jesus come lookin' for me
And He found me upset down in
Yeah
This gimme that ya know
That sunday feeling you feel me
Momma banging on the door
Tellin' me to get my ass up for church
Knowing I just went out
to the west coast,
Hook up wit that ease
Come back with the best Smokes
Saturday I like to down,
Sunday I coupe to the city,
With my 4-15 for
B-B-B-
felt the tire slip out from under me
And I never set out lookin' for Jesus
So I guess Jesus come lookin' for me
And He found me upset down in
Back to how it started, that prison cell made me sharper
I come around, it get darker, just try to breathe
Got so many tricks up under my sleeve (so
bet you they don’t disrespect me
How much you wanna bet that they respect me
I bet you they don’t disrespect me
#verse
Better come at me correctly
if
, bet, bet, bet on me
It might not come easy (easy)
But who said it would? (Who said it would?)
It won't happen overnight (overnight)
But you know it
on tight on the jet on the runway
Leave Monday don't come home to Sunday
We dip Tuesday be back in town by Wednesday
Break a girl off that chain like
having fun like we under the sheets
We do it
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday
We do it
Friday, Saturday, Sunday
We do it
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Cuz snakes gonna say there's stuff the Saint can't do
Act like they're ain't proof written in this land
Come forth, listen to His command!
Cuz miracles
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