Sunday Mourning ft. NxG Lyrics

"That's why I'm easy

I'm easy like Sunday morning, yeah"

Yeah

Real dark, real dark

Take it easy like Sunday mornin'

Fly shit I'm on the runway sportin'

Yeah yeah

She gon' let me hit it in my Jordans

Yeah yeah

She know she won't see me in the – WOO

Take it easy like Sunday mornin'

She know I keep a couple like a Morman

Yeah yeah

She gon' let me hit it in my Jordans

Yeah yeah

She know she won't see me in the

Her back bent, contortion

Her accent was foreign

FaceTime from her man, she ignore him

Tell him play with me then his family be mournin'

Reverends and organs, lead up in his organs

I'm in it raw just like the powder that she snortin'

Suckin' out my soul and then she swallow all my orphans

She still call me daddy even after the abortion

I ain't ever cappin', only facts when I'm recordin'

Ain't a killer but don't push me or I push the button

He thought he had a baddie till I took her from him

He just posin' with that burner, he ain't cookin' nothin'

Singin' to the feds, put him on a hook or somethin'

Take it easy like Sunday mornin'

Fly shit I'm on the runway sportin'

Yeah yeah

She gon' let me hit it in my Jordans

Yeah yeah

She know she won't see me in the – WOO

Take it easy like Sunday mornin'

She know I keep a couple like a Morman

Yeah yeah

She gon' let me hit it in my Jordans

Yeah yeah

She know she won't see me in the

See me on the runway but I ain't no role model

My cup runneth over but I need the whole bottle

When your pockets gettin' full it make your soul hollow

Slick as Rick the Ruler, but the rules I won't follow

V-O, ya bish

They ridin' on the wave like they Lilo and Stitch

Bully with the pussy, I might Deebo your bish

Swimmin' in it goin' ape, call me Nigo ya bish, yeah

Now I'm with a couple thots gettin' sauced up in a loft

Pour up 100 shots, lightin' cookies up for Dolph

On my grizzly like Memphis

I said it, then I meant it

Pay me what you owe, dog

Yeah I been a menace

"What you say about my mama?"

I just talked to God on my cellular

We can call that shit a digital prayer

Yeah, made a song 'bout my editor

Niggas wouldn't get on it, I didn't care

Yeah, done that bitch by my lonesome

Bitch I'm on one, that's my own song

Yeah, bitches be thinkin' I'm wholesome

And they wrong but I ain't correct 'em

Did a show out in Atlanta for the new year with some bad hoes

Met a bad bitch and she freaky, she love to get hit with a paddle

Before that I was in London, I'm namin' the places you can't go

When I was young I was cheeky, and I'm still that way now as an adult

Yeah, aye yaaaah

Bitch I'm turnin' up, I cannot stop

Yeah, all my brothers got it tucked

Yeah, gotta keep it on us 'cause it's hot

Yeah, a rockstar, I be rockin' Amiris

I don't smile bitch, I'm keepin' it serious

I just talked to the man in the mirror

Heard your new shit, I ain't feelin' it

They peepin' my drip and they stealin' it

'Cause I got a whole lot like aquariums

Yeah, let's get it

Yeah, let's get it

Take it easy like Sunday mornin'

Fly shit I'm on the runway sportin'

Yeah yeah

She gon' let me hit it in my Jordans

Yeah yeah

She know she won't see me in the