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Sunday (feat. Fat Curry) Video (MV)




Performed By: RAYT3D R
Featuring: prodby.Waste
Language: English
Length: 2:23
Written by: Reis Williamson, Cade Williamson




RAYT3D R - Sunday (feat. Fat Curry) Lyrics
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[ Featuring prodby.Waste ]

Reached the top while in my teens, now I'm in my twenties
I'm wearin' number one like Washington, that's Rome Odunze
Spent three years up in this game, takin' off the runway
Knew that we'd make it here like Jettas, ballin' every Sunday
Rap money on me
Fly her out the Keys, okay
Louis V' on the tee, okay
And her hands on her knees, okay
We up a mile high, can't have it if she got another guy
In her cellphone, callin' all the time
She from Westerville like it's Otterbein (Yuh)
It's that 614, that's where my blood from, so you better know
Winter time so it's gonna snow, might be chilly, but I keep my flow
Colder than ever, ice on my neck so I'm grabbin' my sweater
She say she love me, I ain't even met her
You just a student, but I'm the professor (R)
(Uh) Shawty call me, said she wanna link up later
I'm too focused on my racks, shawty I'm gettin' that paper
Wanna do it to the mornin', she an entertainer
Shawty get right to the point, yeah she don't need no favor
Reached the top while in my teens, now I'm in my twenties
I'm wearin' number one like Washington, that's Rome Odunze
Spent three years up in this game, takin' off the runway
Knew that we'd make it here like Jettas, ballin' every Sunday
Casamigos, here we go
On the mic like Terrico
I do it every Sunday evening, NBC on stereo
On full blast cause they bump my songs, yeah all my tracks
We gon' party for the night, do it like my last
Clock has started, time to party
Out the country, we departed
To the Maldives, come and follow me
Girls want me cause I'm their million dollar piece
Piece of the pie, that's all they want
Grabbin' her thigh cause I'm the savant
I'm the man who she call when she need some help
Dressed to the best with my slacks, and I got the belt
Cause I'm matchin', for that action
Lookin' at her face, I can feel the attraction
Pullin' me in on the reel
The way she be talkin', I see the appeal
I'm tryna leave, she pullin' me back
Sound like I'm Tyrese, in a car we fast
We fast, furious maxed
Needed some life, but now I'm on track
Pulled up to the meet, switchin' lanes, she in my seat
I'm her favorite man, sorry folks, but she want me
So now we bottle poppin'
Let's hush and stop the talkin'
We in the danger zone
Oh right that's Kenny Loggins
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Reached the top while in my teens, now I'm in my twenties
I'm wearin' number one like Washington, that's Rome Odunze
Spent three years up in this game, takin' off the runway
Knew that we'd make it here like Jettas, ballin' every Sunday
Rap money on me
Fly her out the Keys, okay
Louis V' on the tee, okay
And her hands on her knees, okay
We up a mile high, can't have it if she got another guy
In her cellphone, callin' all the time
She from Westerville like it's Otterbein (Yuh)
It's that 614, that's where my blood from, so you better know
Winter time so it's gonna snow, might be chilly, but I keep my flow
Colder than ever, ice on my neck so I'm grabbin' my sweater
She say she love me, I ain't even met her
You just a student, but I'm the professor (R)
(Uh) Shawty call me, said she wanna link up later
I'm too focused on my racks, shawty I'm gettin' that paper
Wanna do it to the mornin', she an entertainer
Shawty get right to the point, yeah she don't need no favor
Reached the top while in my teens, now I'm in my twenties
I'm wearin' number one like Washington, that's Rome Odunze
Spent three years up in this game, takin' off the runway
Knew that we'd make it here like Jettas, ballin' every Sunday
Casamigos, here we go
On the mic like Terrico
I do it every Sunday evening, NBC on stereo
On full blast cause they bump my songs, yeah all my tracks
We gon' party for the night, do it like my last
Clock has started, time to party
Out the country, we departed
To the Maldives, come and follow me
Girls want me cause I'm their million dollar piece
Piece of the pie, that's all they want
Grabbin' her thigh cause I'm the savant
I'm the man who she call when she need some help
Dressed to the best with my slacks, and I got the belt
Cause I'm matchin', for that action
Lookin' at her face, I can feel the attraction
Pullin' me in on the reel
The way she be talkin', I see the appeal
I'm tryna leave, she pullin' me back
Sound like I'm Tyrese, in a car we fast
We fast, furious maxed
Needed some life, but now I'm on track
Pulled up to the meet, switchin' lanes, she in my seat
I'm her favorite man, sorry folks, but she want me
So now we bottle poppin'
Let's hush and stop the talkin'
We in the danger zone
Oh right that's Kenny Loggins
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Writer: Reis Williamson, Cade Williamson
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