Month of Sundays - BOLDY JAMES

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Yo Blocks I got the formula

Let’s get it

Uh

Its Boldy James

Overlord 7 to the 6

Cocaine smorgasbord

Pressing up them bricks

Got a Soul Train line wrapped around the corner

Auntie need her wake up

I’m up earlier than Tom Joyner

Needle in her varicose

She be skin popping

Biting a belt around her arm

Now her chin dropping

These niggas out here click hopping

Bitches dick sucking

He emptied out his whole clip

Ain’t even hit nothing

This chopper come from Moscow

Got yo bitch blushing

Pearling 5 grams in the cream

This a big Russian

Cream soda full of lean

I need a pair of crutches

Bad bitches 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

Nigga know he bet not dare touch it

Just as long as the hood love me

Shit I’m 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 fudge Sunday

In the spot

Bucking with that dog

Like I’m Bud Bundy

Fuck a bitch 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 I’m Humphrey

Serving all the honkies

Leave a pussy nigga 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 shit 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 shit

Know ima kill for my brothers on the love

Don’t even mention it

We really thugging

Shit be hit or miss

Its fucked up

Can’t even put my lil cousin on the visit list

Was riding hotties with my nigga Fritz

These niggas know who really out here dropping bodies

Really drilling shit

Still guilty til proven innocent

Fuck was you

When my bond was a Million cash

No 10 percent

Just as long as the hood love me

Shit I’m 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 fudge Sunday

In the spot

Bucking with that dog

Like I’m Bud Bundy

Fuck a bitch 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

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