Came up from nothing
Was hustlin' from Sunday to Sunday
We coming up some day
I can't trust you, don't step in my city, no runway
My niggas know gun-play
I'ma hustle; I gotta get this shit out some way
I'm calling my gun bae
I can't love you; you bitches is snakes, and I'm Sanjay
Put my heart in the trunk, aye
It ain't no fun days where I'm from
We keep that toaster heated for the bums
Fall to my knees and look up at the sun
I'ma keep faith up in my f*cking gun
I cannot take no motherf*cking losses
I'ma tote' on this stick til'm done
I'ma keep slangin' dope up out the partments'
Talkin' sweet, f*ck around lose your tongue
I'm on my shit hoe
I was down bad on my dick hoe
Now, we got money; we chasing these honeys
We signed to the K' like we Chris Stokes
I cannot love you; my heart in the blender
This shit got me trapped like a fish bowl
She say she love me
I know that she's f*cking
These bitches gone pop like some Crisco
Nigga, see this shit for fun
Bitch, I am hot like the sun
We been on the road, on the run
V.V.S. choker; bitch I am on like the stove
I'm hot like some motherf*cking Stoffers
I'm on that 'rolla'
Gone' buy my brother a rover; I'm chasing that green, baby Yoda
They cannot hold em'
Mom say go get it, go show em'
I'm up like a motherf*cking poster
I want it all (Aye, uh, aye)
I want it all; I'ma get it the faster way (Aye, uh, aye)
Shout out my brothers; I know some gone pass away (Aye, uh, aye)
Told em' look up 'cause I'm up on their ass today
I want a bag today; Boom, I'ma blow; I'ma blast away
Came up from nothing
Was hustlin' from Sunday to Sunday
We coming up some day
I can't trust you, don't step in my city, no runway
My niggas know gun-play
I'ma hustle; I gotta get this shit out some way
I'm calling my gun bae
I can't love you; you bitches is snakes, and I'm Sanjay
Put my heart in the trunk, aye
It ain't no fun days where I'm from
We keep that toaster heated for the bums
Fall to my knees and look up at the sun
I'ma keep faith up in my f*cking gun
I cannot take no motherf*cking losses
I'ma tote' on this stick til'm done
I'ma keep slangin' dope up out the partments'
Talkin' sweet, f*ck around lose your tongue
Aye, Uh
(Real shit, Gang)
BIG Bhaby - Sunday Nights Lyrics
BIG Bhaby - Sunday Nights Lyrics
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English
Came up from nothing
Was hustlin' from Sunday to Sunday
We coming up some day
I can't trust you, don't step in my city, no runway
My niggas know gun-play
I'ma hustle; I gotta get this shit out some way
I'm calling my gun bae
I can't love you; you bitches is snakes, and I'm Sanjay
Put my heart in the trunk, aye
It ain't no fun days where I'm from
We keep that toaster heated for the bums
Fall to my knees and look up at the sun
I'ma keep faith up in my f*cking gun
I cannot take no motherf*cking losses
I'ma tote' on this stick til'm done
I'ma keep slangin' dope up out the partments'
Talkin' sweet, f*ck around lose your tongue
I'm on my shit hoe
I was down bad on my dick hoe
Now, we got money; we chasing these honeys
We signed to the K' like we Chris Stokes
I cannot love you; my heart in the blender
This shit got me trapped like a fish bowl
She say she love me
I know that she's f*cking
These bitches gone pop like some Crisco
Nigga, see this shit for fun
Bitch, I am hot like the sun
We been on the road, on the run
V.V.S. choker; bitch I am on like the stove
I'm hot like some motherf*cking Stoffers
I'm on that 'rolla'
Gone' buy my brother a rover; I'm chasing that green, baby Yoda
They cannot hold em'
Mom say go get it, go show em'
I'm up like a motherf*cking poster
I want it all (Aye, uh, aye)
I want it all; I'ma get it the faster way (Aye, uh, aye)
Shout out my brothers; I know some gone pass away (Aye, uh, aye)
Told em' look up 'cause I'm up on their ass today
I want a bag today; Boom, I'ma blow; I'ma blast away
Came up from nothing
Was hustlin' from Sunday to Sunday
We coming up some day
I can't trust you, don't step in my city, no runway
My niggas know gun-play
I'ma hustle; I gotta get this shit out some way
I'm calling my gun bae
I can't love you; you bitches is snakes, and I'm Sanjay
Put my heart in the trunk, aye
It ain't no fun days where I'm from
We keep that toaster heated for the bums
Fall to my knees and look up at the sun
I'ma keep faith up in my f*cking gun
I cannot take no motherf*cking losses
I'ma tote' on this stick til'm done
I'ma keep slangin' dope up out the partments'
Talkin' sweet, f*ck around lose your tongue
Aye, Uh
(Real shit, Gang)
Was hustlin' from Sunday to Sunday
We coming up some day
I can't trust you, don't step in my city, no runway
My niggas know gun-play
I'ma hustle; I gotta get this shit out some way
I'm calling my gun bae
I can't love you; you bitches is snakes, and I'm Sanjay
Put my heart in the trunk, aye
It ain't no fun days where I'm from
We keep that toaster heated for the bums
Fall to my knees and look up at the sun
I'ma keep faith up in my f*cking gun
I cannot take no motherf*cking losses
I'ma tote' on this stick til'm done
I'ma keep slangin' dope up out the partments'
Talkin' sweet, f*ck around lose your tongue
I'm on my shit hoe
I was down bad on my dick hoe
Now, we got money; we chasing these honeys
We signed to the K' like we Chris Stokes
I cannot love you; my heart in the blender
This shit got me trapped like a fish bowl
She say she love me
I know that she's f*cking
These bitches gone pop like some Crisco
Nigga, see this shit for fun
Bitch, I am hot like the sun
We been on the road, on the run
V.V.S. choker; bitch I am on like the stove
I'm hot like some motherf*cking Stoffers
I'm on that 'rolla'
Gone' buy my brother a rover; I'm chasing that green, baby Yoda
They cannot hold em'
Mom say go get it, go show em'
I'm up like a motherf*cking poster
I want it all (Aye, uh, aye)
I want it all; I'ma get it the faster way (Aye, uh, aye)
Shout out my brothers; I know some gone pass away (Aye, uh, aye)
Told em' look up 'cause I'm up on their ass today
I want a bag today; Boom, I'ma blow; I'ma blast away
Came up from nothing
Was hustlin' from Sunday to Sunday
We coming up some day
I can't trust you, don't step in my city, no runway
My niggas know gun-play
I'ma hustle; I gotta get this shit out some way
I'm calling my gun bae
I can't love you; you bitches is snakes, and I'm Sanjay
Put my heart in the trunk, aye
It ain't no fun days where I'm from
We keep that toaster heated for the bums
Fall to my knees and look up at the sun
I'ma keep faith up in my f*cking gun
I cannot take no motherf*cking losses
I'ma tote' on this stick til'm done
I'ma keep slangin' dope up out the partments'
Talkin' sweet, f*ck around lose your tongue
Aye, Uh
(Real shit, Gang)
Writer: Sekeedrick Blakely
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid