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letra de sunday @ your mother's - mouf

[intro]
reminiscing
about the days, the days
when we were younger
the way, the way
life was simple
we’ve grown to be kinda forgetful
but one thing i know they won’t forget about me

[verse 1: mouf]
this a come up on the low
had a 0 to a fade the summer of ’04
someone knocking at the door
well let ‘em in
if y’all ain’t bring beers or b-tches, y’all need friends
if y’all ain’t bring gars or weed, y’all need 10
for this piece of this peace we blowin’ i need zen
and then i called straggler
i seen this fine b-tch in the cut, i had to have her
came up with some sh-t to say like ‘i’m an actor’
remind me of them tv shows you know the bachelor?
must’ve been my sharp -ss wit that had attracted her
then the sh-t turned into brazzers
uncut, torn up, door shut, p-rn hub
she recruit two more b-tches, but won’t force em’ (foursome)
always want a piece of the cake the large portion
now she screamin’ out for endors-m-nts
like please b-tch
you just caught the wave and now you sea sick
you could’ve been the one if you’da only cooked bistec
sports center, food channel yeah all the presets
then she screamed out ‘you’ll never be sh-t, n-gga!”

[bridge: bugzy lavoe]
yeah
see baby i understand i f-cked your friend, but
ain’t no way we can’t make amends
let a playa back in…

[hook]

the way, the way
life was simple
we’ve grown to be kind of forgetful
the way, the way
life was simple
but one thing i know you won’t forget about me

[verse 2: andré desaint]
what up n-ggas? how y’all? it’s desaint the villain
i’m still writing rhymes but besides that i’m chillin’
it wouldn’t take much to restore that old feeling
so i’m tryna take em back to the day i wrote illin’
i’m so ’89 i feel like spike lee
she say she’d do the right thing for the right fee
i told her that she might sing in the right key
she said is you that n-gga? i said b-tch i might be
listen, there’s really no topic we can’t arrive to
articulated ignorance yeah i know i surprised you
you can call me anything except the one that you lied to
be tailored for that bullsh-t, don’t ever let em size you
im out here screaming, ‘where the funds at?’
i don’t say much, unless you show me where the drums at
run that, sn-tchin’ hoes and i ain’t giving one back
i’ve been this way since i’ve been this way
this ain’t no comeback, n-gga

[hook]

- mouf

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