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a hater then I let him sit out and Air dry who needs a hanger? Airport hours, Sunday to Sunday Let them bitches fly out the yard Call it a runway Call me
a pastor Killing fashion shit Issa massacre All my two seater missin is a passenger The way I whip the drop I swear I should've flew for The way she
There's a month of Sunday papers In the weeds that's taken over That ol' gravel driveway And a quart of milk, half empty Two weeks past
And I only rap on Sundays I only rap on Sundays bro, it's the only time I got to rap I don't do this rap shit bro Yo 250 where you at Bring out baby
get thirsty for me Friday, we got fried on the highway Saturday, that's when she sat on my face Sunday, we in church fresh no runway Hoping one day we
alive And we’re blinded by the feeling Oh we could never say goodnight You’d take your coffee black and read the Times When that Sunday kind of love was
six months, it's The Mayor (ha, 'Za) I give you that work and I'ma go for it (what, what?) I'll never punt 'cause I'm a player (never) Young nigga be
Pray that you here by the end of this fall End of this Fall Pray that you here by the end of this fall Quiet in passenger back from ya mama house Ya dude
songs for no listeners and throwing songs in the trash Making dodgy deals 'cus all we ever wanted was cash By the time Sunday comes It's gone in a flash
too much Drinking a cup of punch, tropical Every last Thursday of the month Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning When I was sick
the cheat codes If vibrations send me I drive by on winning Can't see inside, I'm tinting She in the passenger, venting Massey, unrelenting I just found my
the door Funny hos laughing off gas ooh you gotta go Snotty nose left in the passenger with his mommy's fold Scotty woah Drunken and fried right by
yeah Let's get it Better have my money by Monday Been a month of Sundays Humpty dumpty fell off Took off on me and he fled the country Then had some
hood's where I reside Don't need a passenger I'm always down to ride Focus on self no expectation for you muthafuckas Love to my brothers Tho we don't
early tonight. I know a lot of you ladies going to cook Sunday dinner tomorrow. Maybe if Kenneth Cole made a stove, huh? They're going to ban gas stoves
Blame it on me Blame it on me The brisk gust of winter Chilled a hurting cold heart Warmed by a gentle presence Icebergs melted under the fire
on the Southern railroad. It was 97, the fastest train Ever ran the Southern line, All the freight trains and passengers take the side for 97, For she's bound
true Twelve months a year, I'll be there for you Count on love (OH, COUNT ON LOVE), one by one Adding up, it's never done In this world, you and I We
ain't got the funds, to live to the end of month Bet them shinny rims, got you feelin like the man Lil Kevin call ya by your first name, remember you part
apparent, the foundation like a Ferris wheel Wash if it's an error, then restart before the face reveal James Charles by tomorrow, you won't wanna wait for
Seems like forever Since I pulled myself together Lord I've losing my mind Been a month of Sundays Left me Feeling this way Finally thinking it's
than Treach Girls in middle school pregnant by they step daddy, a mess Not here to ridicule, but send a jewel, with Menaces got sent to school Hardheads
wasn't three months after I left That papa done gone lost his mind We found him in the shed with a bullet in his head And the dog sittin' by his side
under the dash I changed all the spark plugs, fixed all the leaks But I ain't got a window for the passenger seat Now when I'm driving, I get lots
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