A Cold Sunday (Explicit) - Lil Yachty
Lyrics by：Aris Tatalovich/Miles Parks McCollum/Nate Jones/T. Forsythe
Composed by：Aris Tatalovich/Miles Parks McCollum/Nate Jones/T. Forsythe
Produced by：Aris Tatalovich
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 ***** just like Diana
Pretty princess hold the Fanta
2003 Dolce & Gabbana jeans make her a*s 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 ******* period so I'm watchin' how I'm speakin'
Single but I'm creepin' my main ***** don't need a headache
Ouu
Half a mill' on Maybachs tires flat I never drive 'em
Mmh
Pretty h*es 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' ******* noggin
D**n
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 n***as we turn ******* 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 ******* in my biz five-hundred thousand on my *****
Uh
**** if you don't like me
I'ma still get fetti more than likely
It's enticing
I'll die for my respect
It's Us
