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connor gilbert – sunday lyrics

[intro]
uh

[verse]
i said, yo, i be gettin’ by, but i be gettin’ high
i keep a 9+5 until my money has arrived
and then i know i can move on from this sh+t
but i got us through my game invested all in my chips
and pop it, mo’s droppin’ heat
kickin’ these dope philosophies
my object is to (?) because there really ain’t no stoppin’ me
no (?), i ain’t kiddin’ with what i speak on
oh, you’ve been flexing hard today, while i’ve been grinding sh+t for weeks
while my flow is so unique and all of my rhymes are so unique
a gift from the suburbs with a sound from the streets
homie, you can’t even compete
so keep your mouth f+ckin’ shut, i+ight? sh+t, kapeesh
i fill your speakers with these works, f+ck your b+tch, you not disturbed
if she ain’t roll my herb, well, then i kick her to the curb
i love it when she tell me that i’m so down to earth
no a$ap ferg, but i be puttin’ in work
gettin’ paid, kid, your lame ass be gettin’ faded
you’re so wack, you couldn’t make vines to get famous
uh, my rhymes so intricate, the flow
and if you got a problem, i got a d+ck for you to blow
you bring in the x, i bring in the o’s
you bring in the dudes, i bring in the hoes
and this is how remind you, kinda (?) got you, no
so, who the f+ck we tryna flow?
[outro]
so, who the f+ck we tryna flow?
yeah

- connor gilbert lyrics

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