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 smorgasbord 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 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 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 fudge Sunday in the spot
Bucking with that dog like im 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 im 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 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 fudge Sunday in the spot
Bucking with that dog like im 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 what else