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• Artiste: Regime (The)
• Titre: Any Given Sunday
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Performed by Yukmouth, Kuzzo Fly, Lee Majors & Boss Tone. (Hook) Look, any given Sunday, any given Sunday I’mma have them birds taking off from the runway Any given Sunday, any given Sunday We send em off Saturday, they touching down Monday Any given Sunday, any given Sunday We don’t do no bus dams, nigga that be gunplay Any given Sunday, any given Sunday I’m gon have them packs taking off on the runway Touchdown. Red A, GPS J blue Packs in the pussy, coming straight to you Cam new warmin, scramble in the party Ray Lou his head, read 100% live Look, fuckin with them pots you could catch a nigga triple beamin My nigga Y receiving touchdown like Willy Beamen I kick em all from Saturday, the whole hood ball I’m touchin down on Monday, that’s Monday night football Light tan, butt is so soft My big work, turn yo block and take off Old man dough in every trap house Went for our hustle, air it all out I feel like Little D, blackened feet Wayne & Ricky Geeda, yea that’s the fee Veal niggas seellin ghetto D like Master P I’m in the kitchen whippin up that K up (Hook) Look, any given Sunday, any given Sunday I’mma have them birds taking off from the runway Any given Sunday, any given Sunday We send em off Saturday, they touching down Monday Any given Sunday, any given Sunday We don’t do no bus dams, nigga that be gunplay Any given Sunday, any given Sunday I’m gon have them packs taking off on the runway Touchdown. Aye, any given I run through with Ricky Yay Bitches in the coup, clap my hands – they fly away Hell bone the bars trappin with a zipper hard Michael Veg dog food, touchdown with the tall Heading west bound, 20 pounds in my car My hustle die hard, cop heavy, I swear to God Ceiling ascending up, transporting and dumping up Bullets sizzled the driver side, pushed the pedal and burn up Man this shit ain’t coming back, tryna whip it but I took a loss I need that fish scale, great white, call it Jaws I done getting stepped on, I’m feelin like Snoop Dogg Trap full of dealers, got my bagging up raw The fumes will make you cough, loud kush, smoke exhaust So much gwap, the straps on my duffles is breaking off I’m up the middle breakin tackles, getting my packs deuced That pharmacist spittin moves, the goons on that tactic (Hook) Look, any given Sunday, any given Sunday I’mma have them birds taking off from the runway Any given Sunday, any given Sunday We send em off Saturday, they touching down Monday Any given Sunday, any given Sunday We don’t do no bus dams, nigga that be gunplay Any given Sunday, any given Sunday I’m gon have them packs taking off on the runway Touchdown.