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Sunday

by Kiid Capone

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Yeaaaa yeaaaa Huhh Chubby money Its only us Hangovers on sunday I party on the weekends If my eyes low then its a fun day My eyes blood shot look like its bleeding But that's just the weed and Poppin all these xanxys Broke niggas cant stand me My bitch freaky rocking those sundresses wit no pantys Prolly start a family Crib by where its sandy But knowing me id prolly slip and still go fuck the nanny I don't give too fucks i really don't even care I just go and try my luck wit a side is that even fair I just love the way she suck swear to god that shawty rare I feel like a nigga stuck we prolly gone get naughty here Dirty sipping but the chain clean Fucking wit the same team Cause we all came from nothing but we all had the same dream Don't care what the fame mean I just wanna gain green All this weed and liquor my system never remain clean My bitch is wit ah 3 some She gets to pick me one Baddest in the building my baby gone make sure she come I don't need no prenup Classy when i clean up Why would i act like ima G when i could be one She love when i pop up and hate it when i be leaving But she know me chasing money is the only reason And i Promise ill come back before we end the season Just pray for me baby hopefully i come back breathing Cause niggas plottin on me I'm droppin all the phony I'm never rollin doley Do a drive by in'a stoley Waspoppin to the homies I'm Shoppin with my brodies We gone cop out on them roleys Suit on i look like i'm tony strapped up wit a forty My bitch all in designer Dolce and gabana Dont care if niggas look its a good thing if they wanna I ain't gonna hide her I know she a rider Freaky mami beg for sex she love when i'm insider Her new crib is my stash house I trust her wit my last ounce She never did me wrong cause in the end we still gone cash out Don't ask me what my past bout Chase money on the fast route Im'a keep rolling honey berrys till i pass out Count green and smoke green mostly all day Fuck them side hoes im'a call bae Cause she was there when i wasn't shit just trappin up in them hallways Nike on like i ball play Balenciagas on a mall day They say they eating good and living right but that's the shit that they all say That's the shit that they all say That's the shit that they all say Yeaaaa yeaaaa

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