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ALBUMSun Come Up (feat. Rick Ross, T-Pain & Birdman) - SingleGlasses Malone

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Glasses Malone
Glasses Malone
Performer
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Performer
T-Pain
T-Pain
Performer
Birdman
Birdman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan Christopher Williams
Bryan Christopher Williams
Composer
William Roberts
William Roberts
Songwriter
Charles Penniman
Charles Penniman
Songwriter
Faheem Najim
Faheem Najim
Songwriter
b. armstrong
b. armstrong
Composer
F. Wright
F. Wright
Composer
M. Pritchard
M. Pritchard
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bigg D.
Bigg D.
Producer
Ced Hollywood
Ced Hollywood
Recording Engineer
Andrew Thielk
Andrew Thielk
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Life in da fast lane, been scared of airplanes Comfortable on jets, hoes better learn my last Name Yay in da carry on, That i'm bout to carry on After all da deals, I still deal and carry on Words 'fo da past, we all shed tears Thats why I pop pills, da end so near Da crackas dont work, niggas just snitch Lose trial dats a bitch, nigga go sit 3 hots and a cot, would surf 'n' turf 3 blocks in da car, Im gettin what is worth Im da boss of da bottle, top off da Phantom Buying up da bar, so da ladies gettin at him. Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, Friday, saturday. To da sun come up, til da FEDs run up We hustle on Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, Friday, saturday. To da sun come up, til da FEDs run up You see my eyelids fallin, but sleep prolong Daddy cant sleep, 'Til his work all gone DUBs broke down, hundred 28 zone Im seeing new trucks, over 28s chrome Brand new Benz, 600 pounds Candy on da bitch, candy on da coat 20 dreams so sweet now, it's my reality Nigga dont bite, cuz you might get a cavity Nah, hold me down clown, I call da gravity Stash yo gun, mines ridin' shot gun Doin 90 down crenshaw, ya gotta be careful Or end up murked, like Caine cousin Harold Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, Friday, saturday. To da sun come up, til da FEDs run up (We hustle on) Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, Friday, saturday. To da sun come up, til da FEDs run up Youngin, This 'fo da BirdLady SuWu yea nigga, Pontchartrain beach Ocean, seas, fleet, red CMB UPT where I be, comfortably (believe dat!) Louis wit da suede arms, rockin dat jewels Cuz we paid hommie, lay it on it Play it on it, see a mill like nothing How we weigh it hommie, (100) She know im good wit da K (blat!) Doin it how my niggas, did it back in da day (wut Up Big Rufus) Now my lil nigga good, wit da spray (Young Mula) Gettin money, everyday Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, Friday, saturday. To da sun come up, til da FEDs run up (We hustle on) Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, Friday, saturday. To da sun come up, til da FEDs run up West coast beat fades away
Writer(s): Barry Eastmond, Marcello Valenzano, Brian Williams, Andre Lyon, Charles Penniman, William Roberts, James Harris Iii, Faheem Najm, Derrick Baker, Terry Lewis, Jolyon Skinner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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