letra de died on a sunday - calboy
[intro: calboy]
oh oh, oh oh
yeah yeah yeah
oh oh
drumgod
[chorus: calboy]
i’m tripping hard cause my n-gga gone
and everyday it’s getting worse
my brother died on a sunday
he should’ve been in church
we gon die in the trap house
i was whippin’ up the work
on the block with them glocks out
we might put them on a shirt
i’m tripping hard cause my n-gga gone
and everyday it’s getting worse
my brother died on a sunday
he should’ve been in church
we gon die in the trap house
i was whippin’ up the work
on the block with them glocks out
we might put them on a shirt
[verse 1: yo gotti]
sware to god i never pay for a shooter
free my dog, lord knows i can’t lose you
[?] you a new you
it’s a ly, the money made me coo-coo
hints in the streets like a billboard
street money, n-ggas will k!ll for it
baggette ap, i payed a deal for it
500 k, this the big boy
i heard you seen an opp, and you froze up
me, i got the drako in the roles’ trunk
soon as i send the tech, know i rolls up
n-gga got beef, know i show up
i never forget the sh-t that og n-ggas told me
reppin the rap game cause [?]
keepin’ it gangsta, n-ggas know we the culture
rip sausa, we lost a soldier
pack came on a monday
feds busted on a tuesday
n0body knew that the pack came
but my n-gga [?]
he switched up once the money came
that’s the quickest way to lose me
they only coming when the beef on
i really think he tryna use me
[chorus: calboy]
i’m tripping hard cause my n-gga gone
and everyday it’s getting worse
my brother died on a sunday
he should’ve been in church
we gon die in the trap house
i was whippin’ up the work
on the block with them glocks out
we might put them on a shirt
i’m tripping hard cause my n-gga gone
and everyday it’s getting worse
my brother died on a sunday
he should’ve been in church
we gon die in the trap house
i was whippin’ up the work
on the block with them glocks out
we might put them on a shirt
[verse 2: calboy]
rest in peace to my dead homies, i be singing them sad songs
i [?] mad strong
i get high till i head home
i remember them days we were doing them dead wrongs
boy you best keep your head on
[?] it’s a red zone
i got a few packs, put my mans on
i learned how to trap, i was hands on
moved the keys for the first time
i’m a young [?]
sware to god this life wanna make you [?]
n-gga got the chopper [?]
i be slanging bricks and b-tter
and i’m from the streets, so i had to pick the gun up
[?] cause i’m always [?]
my dogs working hard till the sun up
how you change on your mans, you so dirty?
[?] hit you with 2 30’s
imma be a man, so don’t worry
i put my trust in these bands, they won’t hurt me
only smoking exotic g-ss, my eyes blery
i just poured a 4 with my mans, so i’m slery
i just did the didgital dash, so i’m swerving
i just had a talk with my mans, hope he heard me
[chorus: calboy]
i’m tripping hard cause my n-gga gone
and everyday it’s getting worse
my brother died on a sunday
he should’ve been in church
we gon die in the trap house
i was whippin’ up the work
on the block with them glocks out
we might put them on a shirt
i’m tripping hard cause my n-gga gone
and everyday it’s getting worse
my brother died on a sunday
he should’ve been in church
we gon die in the trap house
i was whippin’ up the work
on the block with them glocks out
we might put them on a shirt
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