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Sunday
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Sunday was released on December 6, 2020 by Dough Boy Global as a part of the album Reality Trip
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Release DateDecember 6, 2020
LabelDough Boy Global
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tristan Francois
Tristan Francois
Songwriter

Lyrics

Sunday
I just poed up
In a lemonade
I’m gettin paid
Told the plug to meet me at bank
Fuck a date
Told that bitch it ain’t my birthday
Shake that ass
Buss it open
Lemme get some cake
Sunday
I just poed up
In a lemonade
I’m gettin paid
Told the plug to meet me at bank
Fuck a date
Told that bitch it ain’t my birthday
Shake that ass
Buss it open
Lemme get some cake
Same fit 3 days
Bitch I really trap
I keep it clean
I juss told lil mama
Throw it back
Boutta go grab
My ends that’s another rack
She said she wanna ride the boat
Bitch I’m captain jack
I’m in the city
With my ****
And we back to back
These Amiris for my jeans
Come and check the tag
I remember being broke
I ain’t goin back
I kno these ****
Lurkin on me so I keep the strap
Run them bands
Baby watch me me do the money dance
Ill do it all
But I really came up
Servin grams
28 for the 3
And you kno it’s gas
I been ridin with this piece
Tryna cash advance
When we talkin bout that drip
Bitch I dip and dab
If them walls got grip
I might spend some cash
And I done seen a lotta things
I won’t put shit past
I just gotta money call
Watch me brake the gas
(hook)
Sunday
I just poed up
In a lemonade
I’m gettin paid
Told the plug to meet me at bank
Fuck a date
Told that bitch it ain’t my birthday
Shake that ass
Buss it open
Lemme get some cake
Sunday
I just poed up
In a lemonade
I’m gettin paid
Told the plug to meet me at bank
Fuck a date
Told that bitch it ain’t my birthday
Shake that ass
Buss it open
Lemme get some cake
Swervin
I juss ran another red light
On purpose
24/7 never closed
Always open
Please don’t hit my line
I’m in the lab
And I’m workin
You ain’t tryna eat
You don’t even gotta purpose
35th floor
You ain’t close the curtains
Loose booty dance
And this perky
Got me Pokin
Smoke a lotta gas
And you kno that’s it potent
The way that body wave
Fell in love in with the motion
Swimmin all night
Ian even hit the ocean
The way she bent her knees
You would they was broken
The way I split her seas
I just told her call me moses
Water everywhere
Now this bitch got soakin
It’s crazy Some yo **** hate
And won’t be proud of you
I asked my bitch if she was
Sick She said I’m tired of you
A rainy day inside the bank
I Had a lotta blues
These **** Tryna catch my plays
They ain’t gotta clue
Written by: Tristan Francois
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