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Every Sunday Lyrics by Yeat Yeat
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Ooh ooh
Every Sunday, we hit Chanel
Yeah, they called me up and told me
They have nothing left to sell me
I've been off the X because already back
To the how it would feel
I stay out the way 'cause nine of
Ten out of y'all would tell
Me and one my brother's life at risk
I don't know how to spell
This lifestyle either a blessing or a curse
I really can't tell
You ignoring me 'fore I came up, yeah
But imagine if I was in jail
They love to ask for a lot
But they'd go ghost if I ask for help
Yeah, I can't rely on nobody
I gotta go do that shit myself
Flawless stones swimmin', mini Michael Phelps
i don't give a fuck bout nothing
Y'all review everything like it's Yelp
had to hit the gas and make a left
They was on my tail
She got expensive taste, shrimp and steak
And they cut the tail
Told 'em fuck a wave, you can set sail
You ain't getting paid and I can tell
Man you just a jake, you probably smell
I seen that broke ass motherfucker trying to
Say 'Hi!'s Chrome Hearts pants cost $2450
I ain't going for none of that
Shit, you know where I stay
You gon' have to kill me
I pull up and beat her
Ass from the back, yeah, filthy
she love drinking the nut
She said it's her favorite meal
Her first favorite meal is
Eating the real deal
You don't even got it, trust me
I know when somebody real
Been through a lot, I've seen a lot
I know the spiel
This Undercover hoodie, it still
Match my Amiri's
They gray with a hint of teal
Double match the coupe
My daily vision was real
I done seen some riches before and
That shit is way too real
This ecstasy told my heart to stop
I told it chill
They askin' why I ever won't quit
But I told 'em I wouldn't be able to feel
I was tryna see what's over that
Mountain, what's over that hill
It's gon' get me killed and it give me chills
You couldn't sign for real
Our label done fucked up for
Lettin' me out my deal
Every Sunday, we hit Chanel
Yeah, they called me up and told me
They have nothing left to sell me
I've been off the X because already back
To the how it would feel
I stay out the way 'cause nine of
Ten out of y'all would tell
Me and one my brother's life at risk
I don't know how to spell
This lifestyle either a blessing or a curse
I really can't tell
You ignoring me 'fore I came up, yeah
But imagine if I was in jail
They love to ask for a lot
But they'd go ghost if I ask for help
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