Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sunday Morning , by - B La BRelease date: 27.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sunday Morning |
| Cook that shit up Quay |
| Yeah yeah |
| Yeah yeah |
| Yeah yeah |
| Soon as push up |
| She gon get in my car, yeah (my car) |
| Only drink Act and Rem (Act) |
| I don’t take bars (I don’t take bars) |
| Bringing my stacks up |
| And I can fuck on stars (fuck on stars) |
| Whenever my mood change |
| I can go and switch your car (switch your car) |
| Diamonds on Blu-Ray |
| Came thru dripping like Sunday morning (Sunday morning) |
| I just been stacking patient |
| Miss your birthday probably buy me a foreign (buy me a foreign) |
| Still balling hard like Jordan (Jordan) |
| Walk in the bank with my 40 (my 40) |
| Everywhere I go they recording (recording) |
| Stay down now I’m important (yeah yeah yeah) |
| Whole lotta blue racks (racks) |
| Bitches know we having money (ooh) |
| Pull up they like hooray (hooray) |
| Foreign coup, Chanel, we stunting |
| Smoking all this gold as soon as fuck I wanna roll up (soon as fuck) |
| A couple birdies in their Bentleys (brrr) screaming fours up (fours up) |
| Ain’t no jelly I do Margiela |
| Piss on you no R. Kelly |
| Eating like a beast up in these streets I got a large belly |
| I want all the cash and I got all of the swag yeah (yeah, yeah) |
| Niggas they be mad they think I’m doing some kind of magic (why) |
| Ice on, when I hit that scene and shit the lights off |
| I’m piped up flyer than a kite I’m on a flight though |
| Gotta pipe down if you get too loud I’ll knock your lights out |
| Wanna fight now I got some guys and they go *blow blow* |
| Soon as push up |
| She gon get in my car, yeah (my car) |
| Only drink Act and Rem (Act) |
| I don’t take bars (I don’t take bars) |
| Ran my stacks up |
| And I can fuck on stars (fuck on stars) |
| Whenever my mood change |
| I can go and switch your car (switch your car) |
| Diamonds on Blu-Ray |
| Came thru dripping like Sunday morning (Sunday morning) |
| I just been stacking patient |
| Miss your birthday probably buy me a foreign (buy me a foreign) |
| Still balling hard like Jordan (Jordan) |
| Walk in the bank with my 40 (my 40) |
| Everywhere I go they recording (recording) |
| Stay down now I’m important (yeah yeah yeah) |
| Real street nigga I ain’t fighting no |
| We don’t do one on one (no) |
| Fuck you think we chances |
| Riding with all these guns |
| I ain’t never played the flute |
| But I keep these mags and I got this drum yeah |
| Young nigga just finish high school |
| But he get a X pill he going dumb yeah |
| I see him watching tryna get the recipe |
| I’ll be god damned if I let him get the best of me |
| Money on me no regular pedestrian |
| I put that dope in pots and make it specialty |
| I pay security ain’t no touching me |
| Everything guaranteed when you fucking me |
| Everything overseas it’s a luxury |
| She just mad because she ain’t get no nut from me |
| It ain’t no IM team we on that fuckery |
| Bitch I’m a meal ticket ain’t no cooking me |
| Bitch you can’t come with me it ain’t no company |
| How you a boss and you don’t own a company |
| Pussy good, ass fat that shit come for me |
| Wish a nigga would, I ain’t no rapper b |
| I be in the hood where all them trappers be |
| Everywhere I go I’m keeping that strap with me |
| Soon as push up |
| She gon get in my car, yeah (my car) |
| Only drink Act and Rem (Act) |
| I don’t take bars (I don’t take bars) |
| Bringing my stacks up |
| And I can fuck on stars (fuck on stars) |
| Whenever my mood change |
| I can go and switch your car (switch your car) |
| Diamonds on Blu-Ray |
| Came thru dripping like Sunday morning (Sunday morning) |
| I just been stacking patient |
| Miss your birthday probably buy me a foreign (buy me a foreign) |
| Still balling hard like Jordan (Jordan) |
| Walk in the bank with my 40 (my 40) |
| Everywhere I go they recording (recording) |
| Stay down now I’m important (yeah yeah yeah) |