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  • Lil Yachty
    Lil Yachty

    A COLD SUNDAY

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It's a cold Sunday to complain,
I hold it in until it rain.
I fought demons after fame,
I spent millions on terrain.
 
I treat my bitch just like Diana,
pretty princess, hold the Fanta.
2003 Dolce & Gabbana jeans make her ass look fatter,
we gon' catch him outside, he don't got no money for the backup.
 
I ran 30 million in the ground, baby, now I'm back up,
she a city girl, I'm the real reason that she act up (Mmh).
She talk back, I make her pack up, send her home on spirit,
something in my spirit made me not believe I'm feared (Mmh).
 
I know bitches parrots so I'm watchin' how I'm speakin',
single but I'm creepin', my main bitch don't need a headache (Ouu).
Half a mill on maybach, tires flat, I never drive 'em (Mmh),
pretty hoes need stylin', Balenci' shopping got 'em wildin'.
 
Tweakin' out on Collins, in my views, the molly throbbin' (Geekin'),
rich as hell, still robbin', ain't no love that way I'm rockin'.
Bentley color gobblin, forest green, the lane I'm hoggin' (Spin),
wrap the P like swallin', get it through yo' fuckin' noggin (Damn).
 
Money first, I'm always dialed in (Uh, krrt),
moneys first, I'm always dialed in. Is that a problem? (Go)
I made M's off a TV like I work for Viacom,
doggy didn't say for long, he left when the sirens rung.
 
Flyest niggas with turnt bitches, BD's in the tightest diamonds,
I could've put out wild fires, at the mouse behind barbed wire.
25 but living like I'm 50 with 3 kids,
all these bitches in my biz, 500,000 on my bitch (Uh).
 
Fuck if you don't like me, I'ma still get faded more than likely, it's enticing.
I'll die for my respect (It's us).
 

 

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