Lyrics Sunday Night - Big Tymers, Lil Wayne

Sunday Night

Believe it, playboy
You know we the # 1 stunnas
How you diggin' that, nigga
Look, look-
Went to Miami — bought a Lam', and sure 'nough
My Bentley, Fresh Bentley on twenty-inch dubs
Monte Carlo’s, Cadillac’s, and Jags
If it ain’t a V-8, that shit ain’t fast
Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Neighborhood superstars, cars, and broads
Everybody wan' fuck a Hot Boy
Mercedes trucks
Lexus trucks
Cadillac trucks
All the best for your buck
Six TV’s with DVD’s
Twenty-G's worth of sound so a nigga can hear me
We shine and floss
We pay the boss
Ten-G's a night — we buyin' the ball
But one thing, nigga: things ain’t changed
Find me at a second line doin' my thing
I’m rockin' ice
I pocket pipe
Corner pocket goin' down — we gon' be there tonight
It’s wall-to-wall
Killers and dogs
Niggas actin' crazy — they ready to ball
They shoutin' at 'Nolia, shoutin' at Melph
Shoutin' at Yo, everybody to the south
They shoutin' at 'Nolia, shoutin' at Melph
They shoutin' at Yo, everybody to the south
See, a 3rd ward nigga don’t play that shit
You get outta line, we’ll kill you quick
See, a 3rd ward nigga don’t play that shit
You get outta line we’ll kill you quick
(Hook)
Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo’s, and Regals still
Shorty, shit don’t stop — nigga, keep it real
Look, Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo’s, and Regals still
Nigga, shit don’t stop — playa, keep it real
Look,
Now who Whee?
The nigga ridin' top-down in the two-seat
You see more diamonds than they got on Blue Streak
You know it’s Lil' Wheezy goin' off
Slim and Baby bought him somethin' new he showin' off
I will buy Bentley — body real wide
Sixteen with no license — still drive
That’s a wild fella
Watch your wife — I’ll sell her
I’m up in the 2000 Kompressor — loud yellow
Dubs on skinnies — yeah, killin' ya
Pop the hood, souped up with a twelve-cylinder
Niggas ridin' big body Benz — stop it
I’ll pull up next to 'em in a Lam' - top this
I know they be like, «Man, them boys got to stay home.»
Different color Hummers lookin' like a box of crayons
Open up the back — sound got they damn head achin'
Me — I’m in the back seat playin' a Playstation
What!
(Hook
Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo’s, and Regals still
Nigga, shit don’t stop — playa, keep it real
Look, Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out on a Sunday night
Cutlass, Monte Carlo’s, and Regals still