A Cold Sunday
作词 : Aris Tatalovich/Miles Parks Mccollum/Nate Jones/T. Forsythe
作曲 : Aris Tatalovich/Miles Parks Mccollum/Nate Jones/T. Forsythe
[Verse]
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 thirty 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 period, 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 Maybachs, tires flat, I never drive 'em (Mmh)
Pretty hoes need stylin', Balenci' shopping got 'em wildin'
Tweakin' out on Collins, in my veins, the molly throbbin' (Geekin')
Rich as hell, still robbin', ain't no love the way I'm rockin'
Bentley color gobblin, forest green, the lane I'm hoggin' (Spin)
Wrap the P like swallin', get it through yo' ****in' 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 stay for long, he left when the sirens rung
Flyest niggas we turn bitches BD's into tire stabbers
I could've put out wild fires, at the house behind barbed wire
Twenty-five but living like I'm fifty with three kids
All these bitches in my biz, five-hundred thousand on my bitch (Uh)
**** if you don't like me
I'ma still get fetti more than likely, it's enticing, I'll die for my respect
A Cold SundayLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Aris Tatalovich/Miles Parks Mccollum/Nate Jones/T. Forsythe
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Aris Tatalovich/Miles Parks Mccollum/Nate Jones/T. Forsythe
[00:04.409][Verse]
[00:04.643]It's a cold Sunday to complain
[00:05.078]I hold it in until it rain
[00:06.433]I fought demons after fame
[00:07.887]I spent millions on terrain
[00:09.501]I treat my bitch just like Diana
[00:11.181]Pretty princess, hold the Fanta
[00:12.932]2003 Dolce & Gabbana jeans make her ass look fatter
[00:15.805]We gon' catch him outside, he don't got no money for the backup
[00:19.218]I ran thirty million in the ground, baby, now I'm back up
[00:22.275]She a city girl, I'm the real reason that she act up (Mmh)
[00:25.319]She talk back, I make her pack up, send her home on Spirit
[00:28.326]Something in my spirit made me not believe I'm feared (Mmh)
[00:31.494]I know bitches period, so I'm watchin' how I'm speakin'
[00:35.462]Single but I'm creepin', my main bitch don't need a headache (Ouu)
[00:38.088]Half a mill' on Maybachs, tires flat, I never drive 'em (Mmh)
[00:40.962]Pretty hoes need stylin', Balenci' shopping got 'em wildin'
[00:44.201]Tweakin' out on Collins, in my veins, the molly throbbin' (Geekin')
[00:47.230]Rich as hell, still robbin', ain't no love the way I'm rockin'
[00:50.563]Bentley color gobblin, forest green, the lane I'm hoggin' (Spin)
[00:53.327]Wrap the P like swallin', get it through yo' ****in' noggin (Damn)
[00:56.733]Money first, I'm always dialed in (Uh, Krrt)
[01:00.069]Moneys first, I'm always dialed in, is that a problem? (Go)
[01:02.595]I made m's off a TV like I work for Viacom
[01:05.787]Doggy didn't stay for long, he left when the sirens rung
[01:09.113]Flyest niggas we turn bitches BD's into tire stabbers
[01:12.194]I could've put out wild fires, at the house behind barbed wire
[01:15.401]Twenty-five but living like I'm fifty with three kids
[01:18.832]All these bitches in my biz, five-hundred thousand on my bitch (Uh)
[01:21.261]**** if you don't like me
[01:24.313]I'ma still get fetti more than likely, it's enticing, I'll die for my respect
