Sunday In Brooklyn Lyrics by Kota the Friend
Boy, I look good like ***, yeah
Shorty look good like brunch, yeah
So full 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 *** with a real one when it get cold
What you talkin’ bout?
You ain’t talkin’ bout real ***, she don’t really give a ***
What you talkin’ bout?
Grew up in the style where them boys on the corner get live
What you talkin’ bout?
She just wanna dance with a homegirl, she don’t even hear
What you talkin’ bout?
She feel like home, I did war and a fought from the hill I rose
We outside, if they look where the killer they go
She’ll take a whole lotta soldiers to fill these clothes
We on go Steppin’ outside in the Sunday best
Man, ain’t even gon’ flex, it’s us
Hoppin’ my ride, I ain’t checkin’ no texts
I ain’t tryna get stressed, it’s church
Hit my line when it’s bout that time Got work till 5, it’s rough
Sunday slot, I be at your side
Right there tryna hype you up
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
Girl you look, girl you look, girl you look good
Boy, I look good like ***, yeah
Shorty look good like brush, yeah
Tofu, 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, you’re no touch
Ain’t nobody cookin’ like us
Five star, no competition
He’s a legal result
So pure, see us with children
Cookin’ up in a 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
I’m a girl, don’t snatch his soul
He can be me easily
Goes by the code
The recipe makes me feel oh so pretty
my man my man
Call me Estelle he American
Stuff like butter melt in his hands
There’s no other like how he’s always good
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
Girl you look, girl you look, girl you look good
Boy, I look good like ***, yeah
Shorty look good like brush, yeah
Tofu, 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, you’re no touch
Ain’t nobody cookin’ like us, yeah, yeah, yeah
I try in the left hand, baddie on the right hand
She ain’t with the trans, she a mess 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
Everyone a get tan, flew her to the islands
Hoppin’ in the Benz when the jet land, yeah
We don’t got a set plan, we just stay aligned and alignment
And ready for the next jam, yeah
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
We can stay in for the day, what you talkin’ bout?
We can pop out, let them know what you 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
Girl you look, girl you look, girl you look good
Boy, I look good like ***, yeah
Shorty look good like brush, yeah
Tofu, 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, you’re no 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 style
Natural head, 5’2″, thick joint
In the sundress
That’s the energy we need, ayy
No rap on Sunday
Keep it coming, cuz of
Simple