Sun Come Up (feat. Rick Ross, T-Pain & Birdman) - Glasses Malone

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Sun Come Up (feat. Rick Ross, T-Pain & Birdman) Lyrics

life in da fast lane, been scared of airplanes
comfortable on jets, hoes better learn my last
name
Yay in da carry on, That i'm bout to carry on
After all da deals, I still deal and carry on
Words 'fo da past, we all shed tears
Thats why I pop pills, da end so near
da crackas dont work, niggas just snitch
lose trial dats a bitch, nigga go sit
3 hots and a cot, would surf 'n' turf
3 blocks in da car, Im gettin what is worth
Im da boss of da bottle, top off da Phantom
buying up da bar, so da ladies gettin at him.

Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday,
friday, saturday.
To da sun come up, til da FEDs run up
we hustle on
Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday,
friday, saturday.
To da sun come up, til da FEDs run up

you see my eyelids fallin, but sleep prolong
daddy cant sleep, 'Til his work all gone
DUBs broke down, hundred 28 zone
Im seeing new trucks, over 28s chrome
brand new Benz, 600 pounds
candy on da bitch, candy on da coat
20 dreams so sweet now, it's my reality
nigga dont bite, cuz you might get a cavity
nah, hold me down clown, I call da gravity
stash yo gun, mines ridin' shot gun
doin 90 down crenshaw, ya gotta be careful
or end up murked, like Caine cousin Harold

Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday,
friday, saturday.
To da sun come up, til da FEDs run up
(we hustle on)
Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday,
friday, saturday.
To da sun come up, til da FEDs run up

youngin, This 'fo da BirdLady
SuWu yea nigga, Pontchartrain beach
ocean, seas, fleet, red CMB
UPT where I be, comfortably (believe dat!)
Louis wit da suede arms, rockin dat jewels
cuz we paid hommie, lay it on it
play it on it, see a mill like nothing
how we weigh it hommie, (100)
she know im good wit da K (blat!)
doin it how my niggas, did it back in da day (wut
up Big Rufus)
now my lil nigga good, wit da spray (Young Mula)
gettin money, everyday

Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday,
friday, saturday.
To da sun come up, til da FEDs run up
(we hustle on)
Sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday,
friday, saturday.
To da sun come up, til da FEDs run up
west coast beat fades away

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Glasses Malone or G. Malone for short, (born in 1979) is a West Coast rapper and known Crip from the Watts District of Los Angeles, California. Traditionally associated with The Black Wall Street Records despite the fact that most the artist on the record label were Bloods, Malone signed with Sony Records for 1.7 million dollars in 2005, turning down offers from many labels like Def Jam Records, Interscope Records, J Records, Black Wall Street Records and Atlantic Records. Glasses Malone was found by the same record executive that found The Game. Along with his signing, he was also given his own imprint, Blu Division. He released his new debut album Beach Cruiser. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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