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boldy james - month of sundays lyrics

what else
aye
yo blocks i got the formula
lets get it
227
uh

its boldy james
overlord 7 to the 6
cocaine sm+rg+sbord
pressing up them bricks
got a soul train line wrapped around the corner
auntie need her wake up
im up earlier than tom joyner
needle in her varicose
she be skin popping
biting a belt around her arm
now her chin dropping
these n+ggas out here cl!ck hopping
b+tches d+ck sucking
he emptied out his whole clip
ain’t even hit nothing
this chopper come from moscow
got yo b+tch blushing
pearling 5 grams in the cream
this a big russian
cream soda full of lean
i need a pair of crutches
bad b+tches 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
n+gga know he bet not dare touch it
just as long as the hood love me
sh+t im 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 f+dg+ sunday
in the spot
bucking with that dog
like im bud bundy
f+ck a b+tch 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 im humphrey
serving all the honkies
leave a p+ssy n+gga 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 sh+t 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 sh+t
know ima k!ll for my brothers on the love
don’t even mention it
we really thugging
sh+t be hit or miss
its f+cked up
can’t even put my lil cousin on the visit list
was riding hotties with my n+gga fritz
these n+ggas know who really out here dropping bodies
really drilling sh+t
still guilty til proven innocent
f+ck was you
when my bond was a million cash
no 10 percent
just as long as the hood love me
sh+t im 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 f+dg+ sunday
in the spot
bucking with that dog
like im bud bundy
f+ck a b+tch 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

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