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Sunday lyrics is penned by , sung by Abhi The Nomad, music composed by Abhi The Nomad, starring Abhi The Nomad.
Song Lyrics
Yeah, Yeahhhh Tryna make a baby Tryna make a baby [Tryna make a baby] [Tryna make a baby] California Bitch You even bought me a drink You made me bomb ass dinner, washed that dish in the sink You got that no bullshit, ready to fuck me again My life was women, women, women, now it's woman and man I got the gas on, and a passport Full of stamps and a paycheck A fuckin rav4, it's my daddy's Not a lambo, or a taxi cab I bought you a bag of tampons and a maxi pad [Just in case] Us against the world back to back You dated a couple caucasians, you're back to black A couple thousand points more than an ass to grab You deserve a wine glass and a mattress pad You got the bomb-ass [yep] And some good-ass [uh] Make me [woop-woop] We don't really go outside My head is bump, b-bump, b-bump bump bump [bumpin'] Bump, b-bump, b-bump bump bump You got a God-given body with a permanent smile Make me drive into trucks when I'm pushing the dial My head is bump, b-bump, b-bump bump bump [bumpin'] Bump, b-bump, b-bump bump bump We could be napping at su casa The only other lady I would cuddle is my mama So pucker up and show me You got sucker punching kisses, sucker for you in the evening Even early for manana, I could handle all your drama I could floss Every day and put this lotion on my face Comb my hair and shave this shit until I look like bradley cooper What's it cost We could blaze and cut them onions How you like them Then I ball my fucking eyes out I'm a happy little trooper, uh She love me, She love me not She love me, She love me not She love me, She love me not She love me not, I think she love me You got the bomb-ass And some good-ass Make me [woop-woop] We don't really go outside My head is bump, b-bump, b-bump bump bump Bump, b-bump, b-bump bump bump You got a God given body with a permanent smile Make me drive into trucks when I'm pushing the dial My head is bump, b-bump, b-bump bump bump Bump, b-bump, b-bump bump bump Goddamn, I'm hoping that we make it I'll pass you this liquor You be puffin' that Jamaica We enable each other Kinky shit inside the covers You got the curves Baby, hoping we get naked With some movies and some weed you get me high No no no, I'm the only one you ever getting high with With some food and drink to keep you by my side No no no, I'm the only one you going outside with If I could make the world come inside, yeah I'm the only one that gives you what you want Some day both of us will probably die And when that day comes, I hope that you come to haunt me I think she love me, I think she wants me I think she love me, I hope that you come to haunt me I love her, I love her not I love her, I love her not I love her, I love her not I love her not, I think I love her
The Sunday song lyrics is written by in the year 2016. It was sung by Abhi The Nomad, featuring Abhi The Nomad. The details of Sunday song lyrics are given below:
Album: Catharsis
Singer: Abhi The Nomad
Lyricist / Lyrics Writer:
Music / Music Composer: Abhi The Nomad
Artists / Stars: Abhi The Nomad
Music On: Abhi The Nomad
Year: 2016