Sunday Lyrics

Church on a sunday church on a Sunday

We back to thuggin on a monday

In the meantime we gone pray

Gone pray gone pray

Church on a sunday church on a Sunday

We back to thuggin on a monday

In the meantime we gone pray

Gone pray gone pray

Growing up my granny vickie gave Me a lot of love

She had the candy in the purse with The the white gloves

Stacy lee say you betta not go to sleep

And if you do when you get home

You getting your butt beat

He was though

Raising a soldier for the world to see

Only soft spot for my sister

And he called her pea

Deacon hardy talking bob

He meant the world to me

Thinking about bring tears i miss my Og

He had a favorite too he called her Ary

My mom held us all together like a Sunday  meal

My ears ready tuned in to hear that Melody

My favorite part of the choir listen to Them sing

Church on a sunday church on a Sunday

We back to thuggin on a monday

In the meantime we gone pray

Gone pray gone pray

Church on a sunday church on a Sunday

We back to thuggin on a monday

In the meantime we gone pray

Gone pray gone pray

When you young and growing up

You don't know wrong from right

In church everyday even on Friday Night

Take a step back and look at the World

Try to be great individuals

To boys and girls

But we fall short that's part of the Plan

Everybody paying tithes like taxes Uncle sam

Somebody getting rich and you Know it ain't me

How can you ask anybody why they Stuck in the streets

Hit the trap or stipper pole just to Pay them bills

They say come as you are

But that ain't real

Joe Brown Greg Mathis from the Way they judge

It don't matter pastor priest

Somebody the plug

Church on a sunday church on a Sunday

We back to thuggin on a monday

In the meantime we gone pray

Gone pray gone pray

Church on a sunday church on a Sunday

We back to thuggin on a monday

In the meantime we gone pray

Gone pray gone pray