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Any Given Sunday Video (MV)




Performed By: Er305
Length: 3:52
Written by: Eddy Villafuerte




Er305 - Any Given Sunday Lyrics




Chip off the old block, million dollar schemin'
Always on the clock, now she in her feelings
I won't ever stop, nigga can't you see it
Bitch I call my own shots, i think I'm Willie Beamen

Any Given Sunday, watch me ball out on
Any Given Sunday, what we talkin bout
Bitch so bad like a model on a runway
Bet I still pull her ass on any give Sunday

Cruisin down Flagler, you know them shones is out
Turn the bass up, that's how it's 'posed to sound
Fresh out the car wash, feet on this bitch shinin
Sparkle like a diamond nigga reclinin' pipin' the dual-zone
Climate, no matter what time of the year it's hotter than a
Bitch, always after mine hear me clear, tryna hit a
Lick, down for my day one niggas never see me
Switch, got a Saab on my mind I think I'm Money Makin
Mitch, don't ball but pass me the dime and I'ma make it
Swish, when we hit the Arab for a dollar n some
Cents, my dawg said we gon be rich one day
Tryna ball out on any given Sunday

Chip off the old block, million dollar schemin'
Always on the clock, now she in her feelings
I won't ever stop, nigga can't you see it
Bitch I call my own shots, i think I'm Willie Beamen

Any Given Sunday, watch me ball out on
Any Given Sunday, what we talkin bout
Bitch so bad like a model on a runway
Bet I still pull her ass on any give Sunday

Slider crabbin' 'bout we don't kick it, fool I ain't even it with
Gold Jesus n rosary like can a nigga get a witness
At the end of the night, shit you know she down to kick it
RL martini polo bear vintage ran me triple digits
Fly than a muthaf*cka lookin like I'm dealin
But naw, straight legit kid, I just handle businesss
Scoop my nigga Frank the Tank up, roll that dank up
Hen n lean it got drank up, stackin bank bruh
Ain't gotta pull rank up, niggas who know it
Be, if not, you could ask your bitch bout me
My dawg said we gon be rich one day
Countin dollars on any given Sunday

Chip off the old block, million dollar schemin'
Always on the clock, now she in her feelings
I won't ever stop, nigga can't you see it
Bitch I call my own shots, i think I'm Willie Beamen

Any Given Sunday, watch me ball out on
Any Given Sunday, what we talkin bout
Bitch so bad like a model on a runway
Bet I still pull her ass on any give Sunday
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Chip off the old block, million dollar schemin'
Always on the clock, now she in her feelings
I won't ever stop, nigga can't you see it
Bitch I call my own shots, i think I'm Willie Beamen

Any Given Sunday, watch me ball out on
Any Given Sunday, what we talkin bout
Bitch so bad like a model on a runway
Bet I still pull her ass on any give Sunday

Cruisin down Flagler, you know them shones is out
Turn the bass up, that's how it's 'posed to sound
Fresh out the car wash, feet on this bitch shinin
Sparkle like a diamond nigga reclinin' pipin' the dual-zone
Climate, no matter what time of the year it's hotter than a
Bitch, always after mine hear me clear, tryna hit a
Lick, down for my day one niggas never see me
Switch, got a Saab on my mind I think I'm Money Makin
Mitch, don't ball but pass me the dime and I'ma make it
Swish, when we hit the Arab for a dollar n some
Cents, my dawg said we gon be rich one day
Tryna ball out on any given Sunday

Chip off the old block, million dollar schemin'
Always on the clock, now she in her feelings
I won't ever stop, nigga can't you see it
Bitch I call my own shots, i think I'm Willie Beamen

Any Given Sunday, watch me ball out on
Any Given Sunday, what we talkin bout
Bitch so bad like a model on a runway
Bet I still pull her ass on any give Sunday

Slider crabbin' 'bout we don't kick it, fool I ain't even it with
Gold Jesus n rosary like can a nigga get a witness
At the end of the night, shit you know she down to kick it
RL martini polo bear vintage ran me triple digits
Fly than a muthaf*cka lookin like I'm dealin
But naw, straight legit kid, I just handle businesss
Scoop my nigga Frank the Tank up, roll that dank up
Hen n lean it got drank up, stackin bank bruh
Ain't gotta pull rank up, niggas who know it
Be, if not, you could ask your bitch bout me
My dawg said we gon be rich one day
Countin dollars on any given Sunday

Chip off the old block, million dollar schemin'
Always on the clock, now she in her feelings
I won't ever stop, nigga can't you see it
Bitch I call my own shots, i think I'm Willie Beamen

Any Given Sunday, watch me ball out on
Any Given Sunday, what we talkin bout
Bitch so bad like a model on a runway
Bet I still pull her ass on any give Sunday
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Writer: Eddy Villafuerte
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