"Cool Lil Sunday" lyrics
Big Greg
Shh, it was another Sunday morning, I just jumped out the bed
Fresh off some head, looked up in the mirror like, "Should I get dressed?"
Picked up my trap phone
Talkin' to my homegirl like, "Bitch, you need a backbone"
Where you get your facts from? I just can't relate
Bitch, you need a talk show, this ain't Ricki Lake, huh
I got homies maxed out, can't get out the gate
She like, "I'll see you at church," yeah, but I'll be late
Prayin' for these bitches, hope they give my dick a offseason
Left two bum bitches, call 'em broke heathen
Drank myself and blow, I do that all season
Niggas lookin' salty in the face, all seasoned, huh (Damn)
Cars gettin' washed and detailed
He pull up to the house and I still pay retail
'Bout to pick my kids up, so kill that weed smell
Got a two for one, that's a steal like Ezal, huh
My girl cookin' and bitches hittin' me from Penthouse (From Penthouse)
Niggas still juugin', it's been a minute since I been out (Since I been out)
Look at me, I'm saucy to the bone just like a rib house (Damn)
Got hoes I need to leave alone, they got a big mouth, uh
Slidin' down the blade, fuck the 110 (10)
'Cause I know a couple models that done punched in (In)
When I pull up, they gon' follow, try to rush in
Niggas reachin' for the bottle but ain't puttin' in
Typical, shit is 'bout principle
Niggas entitled but the title's not physical
Or visible, these diamonds not digital
I like playin' wit' your pussy while I'm kissin' you
What's the plan? 'Cause the plot gettin' pivotal
I took a stand on they block, now they miserable
I'm the man, so they mock, that's the bitch in you
And you broke, so your opps outlivin' you, huh
Just another Sunday night
Shoot my shit lefty, get my gunplay right
Bitches still messy, watch the bumps they hide
Nigga went back and she done burnt him twice
She hit me, it's freaks at her BB (At her BB)
We meet meet and pull up like 3D (Like 3D)
Got a bitch, wipe me clean, she a neat freak
And she did this before like a sneak peek, huh
Stopped at 7-Eleven on my way home
Niggas walkin' out, I'm walkin' in, I'm on what they on
Got my little shit I had to get, it didn't take long
Hand on my blick 'cause when they spin, it don't take long, nigga, yeah
Hand on my blick 'cause when they spin, it don't take long, nigga, hmm
Just another Sunday gettin' lit, Mr. Flame On
Shh, it was another Sunday morning, I just jumped out the bed
Fresh off some head, looked up in the mirror like, "Should I get dressed?"
Picked up my trap phone
Talkin' to my homegirl like, "Bitch, you need a backbone"
Where you get your facts from? I just can't relate
Bitch, you need a talk show, this ain't Ricki Lake, huh
I got homies maxed out, can't get out the gate
She like, "I'll see you at church," yeah, but I'll be late
Prayin' for these bitches, hope they give my dick a offseason
Left two bum bitches, call 'em broke heathen
Drank myself and blow, I do that all season
Niggas lookin' salty in the face, all seasoned, huh (Damn)
Cars gettin' washed and detailed
He pull up to the house and I still pay retail
'Bout to pick my kids up, so kill that weed smell
Got a two for one, that's a steal like Ezal, huh
My girl cookin' and bitches hittin' me from Penthouse (From Penthouse)
Niggas still juugin', it's been a minute since I been out (Since I been out)
Look at me, I'm saucy to the bone just like a rib house (Damn)
Got hoes I need to leave alone, they got a big mouth, uh
Slidin' down the blade, fuck the 110 (10)
'Cause I know a couple models that done punched in (In)
When I pull up, they gon' follow, try to rush in
Niggas reachin' for the bottle but ain't puttin' in
Typical, shit is 'bout principle
Niggas entitled but the title's not physical
Or visible, these diamonds not digital
I like playin' wit' your pussy while I'm kissin' you
What's the plan? 'Cause the plot gettin' pivotal
I took a stand on they block, now they miserable
I'm the man, so they mock, that's the bitch in you
And you broke, so your opps outlivin' you, huh
Just another Sunday night
Shoot my shit lefty, get my gunplay right
Bitches still messy, watch the bumps they hide
Nigga went back and she done burnt him twice
She hit me, it's freaks at her BB (At her BB)
We meet meet and pull up like 3D (Like 3D)
Got a bitch, wipe me clean, she a neat freak
And she did this before like a sneak peek, huh
Stopped at 7-Eleven on my way home
Niggas walkin' out, I'm walkin' in, I'm on what they on
Got my little shit I had to get, it didn't take long
Hand on my blick 'cause when they spin, it don't take long, nigga, yeah
Hand on my blick 'cause when they spin, it don't take long, nigga, hmm
Just another Sunday gettin' lit, Mr. Flame On
Writer(s): Rodney Brown Jr.
