Letra Sunday In Brooklyn - Kota the Friend
Boy, I look good like fuck, yeah
Shawty look good like brunch, yeah
Soul food, Michelin star, yeah
Ain't nobody cookin' like us, yeah
Ain't nobody cookin' like us
Ain't nobody cookin' like, ain't nobody cookin' like us
Brooklyn, boy, I know touch
Ain't nobody cookin' like us
She just wanna fuck with a real one when it get cold, what you talkin' 'bout?
You ain't talkin' 'bout real shit, she don't really give a fuck, what you talkin' 'bout?
Grew up in the Stuy where them boys on the corner get live, what you talkin' 'bout?
She just wanna dance with her homegirls, she don't even hear what you talkin' 'bout
She feel like home
I did war in the Fort, from the Hill, I rose
We outside [?]
It take a whole lotta soldiers to fill these clothes, we on go (Oh, it's Sunday)
Steppin' outside in the Sunday best, we ain't even gon' flex, just us (Oh, it's Sunday)
Hop in my ride, I ain't checkin' no text, I ain't tryna get stressed, just trust (Oh, it's Sunday)
Hit my line when it's 'bout that time, got work 'til 5, it's rough (Oh, it's Sunday)
Sunday, slide, I'll be at your side right there tryna hype you up like
Girl, you look good, girl, you look good
Girl, you look, girl, you look, girl, you look good
Girl, you look good, girl, you look good (So, so, so good)
Girl, you look, girl, you look, girl, you look good
Boy, I look good like fuck, yeah
Shawty look good like brunch, yeah
Soul food, Michelin star, yeah
Ain't nobody cookin' like us, yeah
Ain't nobody cookin' like us
Ain't nobody cookin' like, ain't nobody cookin' like us
Brooklyn, boy, I know touch
Ain't nobody cookin' like us
Five star, no competition, he's a league of his own (Yeah)
So pure, see us with children cookin' up in the brownstone
He wanna eat me, I'm his favorite snack, I like it when he takes control
Got him along, don't know how to act, island girl done snatched his soul
He can be me easily
Goes by the code, the recipe
Makes me feel oh so pretty
My man, my man, oh (Oh, it's Sunday)
Call me Estelle, he's American (Oh, it's Sunday)
Soft like butter, melt in his hands
There's no other like how he says (Oh, it's Sunday)
Girl, you look good, girl, you look good (So good)
Girl, you look, girl, you look, girl, you look good (Oh, it's Sunday)
Girl, you look good, girl, you look good (Good)
Girl, you look, girl, you look, girl, you look good
Boy, I look good like fuck, yeah
Shawty look good like brunch, yeah
Soul food, Michelin star, yeah
Ain't nobody cookin' like us, yeah
Ain't nobody cookin' like us
Ain't nobody cookin' like, ain't nobody cookin' like us
Brooklyn, boy, I know touch
Ain't nobody cookin' like us, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hot chai in the left hand, baddie on the right hand
She ain't with the trends, she a Mets fan, yeah
She don't want a yes-man, but she wanna hype man
Told her for the job, I'm the best man, yeah
Every winter, get tan, flew her to the islands
Hoppin' in a Benz when the jet land, yeah
We don't got a set plan, we just stay aligned (Alignment, alignment)
In alignment and ready for the next jam, yeah (Oh)
Made it back home
Pop, pop, pop, gotta stay on my toes
Dot, dot, dot, for the day, I'm on low
For the day, I'm on goes, do not hit me, no, no, yeah (No, no)
We could stay in for the day, what you talkin' 'bout?
We could pop out, let 'em know what we talkin' 'bout
Girl, you look good, girl, you look good
Girl, you look, girl, you look, girl, you look good
Girl, you look good, girl, you look good (I know)
Girl, you look, girl, you look, girl, you look good (Oh, it's Sunday)
Boy, I look good like fuck, yeah
Shawty look good like brunch, yeah (Oh, it's Sunday)
Soul food, Michelin star, yeah
Ain't nobody cookin' like us, yeah (Oh, it's Sunday)
Ain't nobody cookin' like us
Ain't nobody cookin' like, ain't nobody cookin' like us (Oh, it's Sunday)
Brooklyn, boy, I know touch
Ain't nobody cookin' like us, yeah, yeah, yeah
That's what I'm talkin' about, ayy
They gon' love this vibe
Got me feelin' like I'm in Stuy
Natural hair, 5'2" thick joint in a sundress
That's the energy we need, ayy, no rap on Sunday
Keep it comin', cuzzo, simple
Shawty look good like brunch, yeah
Soul food, Michelin star, yeah
Ain't nobody cookin' like us, yeah
Ain't nobody cookin' like us
Ain't nobody cookin' like, ain't nobody cookin' like us
Brooklyn, boy, I know touch
Ain't nobody cookin' like us
She just wanna fuck with a real one when it get cold, what you talkin' 'bout?
You ain't talkin' 'bout real shit, she don't really give a fuck, what you talkin' 'bout?
Grew up in the Stuy where them boys on the corner get live, what you talkin' 'bout?
She just wanna dance with her homegirls, she don't even hear what you talkin' 'bout
She feel like home
I did war in the Fort, from the Hill, I rose
We outside [?]
It take a whole lotta soldiers to fill these clothes, we on go (Oh, it's Sunday)
Steppin' outside in the Sunday best, we ain't even gon' flex, just us (Oh, it's Sunday)
Hop in my ride, I ain't checkin' no text, I ain't tryna get stressed, just trust (Oh, it's Sunday)
Hit my line when it's 'bout that time, got work 'til 5, it's rough (Oh, it's Sunday)
Sunday, slide, I'll be at your side right there tryna hype you up like
Girl, you look good, girl, you look good
Girl, you look, girl, you look, girl, you look good
Girl, you look good, girl, you look good (So, so, so good)
Girl, you look, girl, you look, girl, you look good
Boy, I look good like fuck, yeah
Shawty look good like brunch, yeah
Soul food, Michelin star, yeah
Ain't nobody cookin' like us, yeah
Ain't nobody cookin' like us
Ain't nobody cookin' like, ain't nobody cookin' like us
Brooklyn, boy, I know touch
Ain't nobody cookin' like us
Five star, no competition, he's a league of his own (Yeah)
So pure, see us with children cookin' up in the brownstone
He wanna eat me, I'm his favorite snack, I like it when he takes control
Got him along, don't know how to act, island girl done snatched his soul
He can be me easily
Goes by the code, the recipe
Makes me feel oh so pretty
My man, my man, oh (Oh, it's Sunday)
Call me Estelle, he's American (Oh, it's Sunday)
Soft like butter, melt in his hands
There's no other like how he says (Oh, it's Sunday)
Girl, you look good, girl, you look good (So good)
Girl, you look, girl, you look, girl, you look good (Oh, it's Sunday)
Girl, you look good, girl, you look good (Good)
Girl, you look, girl, you look, girl, you look good
Boy, I look good like fuck, yeah
Shawty look good like brunch, yeah
Soul food, Michelin star, yeah
Ain't nobody cookin' like us, yeah
Ain't nobody cookin' like us
Ain't nobody cookin' like, ain't nobody cookin' like us
Brooklyn, boy, I know touch
Ain't nobody cookin' like us, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hot chai in the left hand, baddie on the right hand
She ain't with the trends, she a Mets fan, yeah
She don't want a yes-man, but she wanna hype man
Told her for the job, I'm the best man, yeah
Every winter, get tan, flew her to the islands
Hoppin' in a Benz when the jet land, yeah
We don't got a set plan, we just stay aligned (Alignment, alignment)
In alignment and ready for the next jam, yeah (Oh)
Made it back home
Pop, pop, pop, gotta stay on my toes
Dot, dot, dot, for the day, I'm on low
For the day, I'm on goes, do not hit me, no, no, yeah (No, no)
We could stay in for the day, what you talkin' 'bout?
We could pop out, let 'em know what we talkin' 'bout
Girl, you look good, girl, you look good
Girl, you look, girl, you look, girl, you look good
Girl, you look good, girl, you look good (I know)
Girl, you look, girl, you look, girl, you look good (Oh, it's Sunday)
Boy, I look good like fuck, yeah
Shawty look good like brunch, yeah (Oh, it's Sunday)
Soul food, Michelin star, yeah
Ain't nobody cookin' like us, yeah (Oh, it's Sunday)
Ain't nobody cookin' like us
Ain't nobody cookin' like, ain't nobody cookin' like us (Oh, it's Sunday)
Brooklyn, boy, I know touch
Ain't nobody cookin' like us, yeah, yeah, yeah
That's what I'm talkin' about, ayy
They gon' love this vibe
Got me feelin' like I'm in Stuy
Natural hair, 5'2" thick joint in a sundress
That's the energy we need, ayy, no rap on Sunday
Keep it comin', cuzzo, simple
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