| Should be in church
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| But what good is a collection plate when you have no pot to piss in
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| I guess you pray, then if that don’t work
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| Then my nigga you asked out
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| See I rather take my chances with God and then cash out
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| Monday through Sunday, I’m on that one way
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| Gotta get this money, niggas be fronting
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| But they gon' die like Owen Hart, if they come around stunting
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| Cause we ain’t got nothing
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| Can’t dangle stake round these killers
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| Don’t test your fate with my niggas
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| And we stay fucking these niggas' hoes
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| And stay the fuck away from ho-niggas
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| Stump through that paper like a scription
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| Breaking bread like communion
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| In the streets with my niggas
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| No Sunday school on the block we students
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| It’s like Tetris all these blocks I’m moving
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| Gotta get it nigga, trap full of pots no skillets nigga
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| Stashing work my bitch, is a civic nigga
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| Leave that boy holy on a Sunday, them one way niggas cut through
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| That nigga wanna be famous, forty hit 'em up
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| Have 'em on a t-shirt, for the promo
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| Slide by myself for the fo fo
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| Flock me a nigga’s house dolo
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| Say he got it, but you know all these niggas like to front though
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| But I’m still at a nigga front door
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| All on a Sunday
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| Posted try’na make a knot on Sunday
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| Nigga, you can get shot on a Sunday
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| (Where you at) Boy I’m on that block on Sunday
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| Should be in church, nigga thanking god on Sunday
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| But I’m serving hard on Sunday
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| Banging hard on Sunday
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| Should be in church, nigga thanking god on Sunday
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| But I’m fucking bitches on Sunday
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| Buy my interest on Sunday
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| But I’m thankful that I’m still living on Sunday
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| Lord I know you love a nigga, so much you gave your only son
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| But tell me if you still love a nigga, if I skip church to have some fun
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| You saying boat with this game I run
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| Make a ho out of a Catholic nun
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| Looked at a young nigga tell me «I'm the one»
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| Took her home, on the dick had her speaking in tongues
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| I don’t talk shit, I just speak with my gun
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| When it spit sound like a nigga beating a drum
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| If he hits, stick a fork in them daucky-dum
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| My alibi is home, I was home watching cop re-runs
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| Already fucked girl you want a refund
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| Acting like a billy bitch, but you drive a nissan
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| Got that old credit like last week hun
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| Nails done, on the first kiss didn’t he huh?
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| Throw that pussy at me, catching like I’m Keyshawn
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| Johnson, baby girl don’t play me cause I’m popular
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| Stretching work like some play-do or stocking
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| Now my o’s stretch San Diego past stocking
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| Nigga hit my phone say he copping
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| If he try’na rob Imma pop him
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| Flock a nigga house like I’m shopping
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| The cops come I’m legally blinded
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| Fuck the time and I put the time in, Monday through Sunday
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| And the big homie ride with the bottle on the dash
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| And a nigga still about that gunplay
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| Niggas want the beef, then ok
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| Murk his bitch like OJ then I’m back posted up on that one-way
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| All on a Sunday
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| Posted try’na make it out on Sunday
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| Nigga, you can get shot on a Sunday
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| (Where you at) Boy I’m on that block on Sunday
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| Should be in church, nigga thanking god on Sunday
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| But I’m serving hard on Sunday
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| Banging hard on Sunday
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| Should be in church, nigga thanking god on Sunday
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| But I’m fucking bitches on Sunday
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| Buy my interest on Sunday
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| But I’m thankful that I’m still living on Sunday |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sunday , by - Joey Fatts. Song from the album Ill Street Blues, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп