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Idioma de la canción: Inglés
Month of Sundays |
| What else |
| Aye |
| Yo Blocks I got the formula |
| Let’s get it |
| Uh |
| Its Boldy James |
| Overlord 7 to the 6 |
| Cocaine smorgasbord |
| Pressing up them bricks |
| Got a Soul Train line wrapped around the corner |
| Auntie need her wake up |
| I’m up earlier than Tom Joyner |
| Needle in her varicose |
| She be skin popping |
| Biting a belt around her arm |
| Now her chin dropping |
| These niggas out here click hopping |
| Bitches dick sucking |
| He emptied out his whole clip |
| Ain’t even hit nothing |
| This chopper come from Moscow |
| Got yo bitch blushing |
| Pearling 5 grams in the cream |
| This a big Russian |
| Cream soda full of lean |
| I need a pair of crutches |
| Bad bitches Louis down toting Cartier clutches |
| Counting up blues with no healthcare budget |
| Design on my Jimmy Choo’s looking like I airbrushed it |
| Cris &Moët in a Belaire bucket |
| You see this chain on my neck |
| Nigga know he bet not dare touch it |
| Just as long as the hood love me |
| Shit I’m good money |
| Counting up a 120 |
| All hun dunnys |
| Custy waiting at Wendy’s |
| Another one at Tubby’s |
| Lil dog ran off |
| I ain’t seen him in a month of Sundays |
| Selling all this ice cream |
| Like a fudge Sunday |
| In the spot |
| Bucking with that dog |
| Like I’m Bud Bundy |
| Fuck a bitch then put her out |
| This ain’t no lovey-dovey |
| Lil dog ran off |
| I ain’t see him in a month of Sundays |
| Bogarting like I’m Humphrey |
| Serving all the honkies |
| Leave a pussy nigga bleeding like he on his monthly |
| Its Bo Blocks |
| In the trap dog &raw custys |
| Harlem Globetrotting with that pack |
| All across country |
| Competing for the World Cup |
| Special Olympian |
| I do this shit for Detroit and every ghetto in Michigan |
| Hold it in the light like a baby at his Christening |
| My fiends banging 'ringes |
| I ain’t talking insulin |
| Take it in blood |
| Really in this shit |
| Know ima kill for my brothers on the love |
| Don’t even mention it |
| We really thugging |
| Shit be hit or miss |
| Its fucked up |
| Can’t even put my lil cousin on the visit list |
| Was riding hotties with my nigga Fritz |
| These niggas know who really out here dropping bodies |
| Really drilling shit |
| Still guilty til proven innocent |
| Fuck was you |
| When my bond was a Million cash |
| No 10 percent |
| Just as long as the hood love me |
| Shit I’m good money |
| Counting up a 120 |
| All hun dunnys |
| Custy waiting at Wendy’s |
| Another one at Tubby’s |
| Lil dog ran off |
| I ain’t seen him in a month of Sundays |
| Selling all this ice cream |
| Like a fudge Sunday |
| In the spot |
| Bucking with that dog |
| Like I’m Bud Bundy |
| Fuck a bitch then put her out |
| This ain’t no lovey-dovey |
| Lil dog ran off |
| I ain’t see him in a month of Sundays |
| Custy waiting at Wendy’s |
| Another one at Tubby’s |
| Aye |
| Lil dog ran off I ain’t seen him in a month of Sundays |
| What else |