Sunday Chill

I knew this bitch from a friend's house
House party, fuck! lemme take you back
We did things we had sex
Then a small talk and shit
I said "look shawty I ain't tryna be mean
Buh you never told me what yo name is"
She smiled she said "it's none, I'm Thandi...
Have my number too, you are sweet so you earned it"
Is when she invite me to this chill and I promised not to miss it
She was fye like Amanda
But her friend even harder
Ass thick, got a pussy print, face tlean, cute lips
She got features I wanna own and 'would fuck that bitch so raw
But I'm new here and I gotta chill
Otherwise I lose my swag and shit
Plus these niggas here for real
Like what if her nigga is here and trips
What if T sees me and trips
But I'm a player so I made my pitch
'Offered to help, things went well
I said "you have a good friend
She's super nice and I love her"
She said "love is a big word"
Is when I check the time and it was late
So I said "here is the play
I like you ass cute clean face
You are a sweet taste
So weird 'cause we just met, but I had to say
You don't have to say a thing
But, just know that's how I feel
Is how I feel and I'm for real"

At a fucken Sunday chill
I'm tryna fuck this bitch
Her pussy makes a print
That pussy looks thick and
That pussy looks sweet
Sunday chill Sunday chill
Sunday chill Sunday chill
Sunday chill Sunday chill
Sunday chill Sunday chill

Late that night she text like
"I know what you did with my friend and
I don't want her to break"
She sounded angry and mad
Now I'm confused I mean
All this time this bitch was bluff (all this time this bitch was bluff)
But I hit her friend I mean why not
So, I said "look I thought you knew
But is still cool if you don't want to"
Then she say "I hit yo phone 'cause of what you said
I do wanna fuck you but I'm scared
Scared of all the shit she might say
So, hit me up at the bathroom"
I went there, I opened the door
She don't even let me say shit
She just jumped on me like a thug
She had my hands on her thighs
Then went straight to my dick
I was high in my feels
She never even waited for me
She took a pill just to prove that she was the deal
I won't lie that bitch can slide
She suck this dick like there's a price
Like she teaching me how to fuck
But you see her friend was everything (was everything)
Had real connection (real connection)
You don't throw that in a bin (throw that in a bin)
This is what happened

At a fucken Sunday chill
I fucked this bitch
Her pussy was sweet
Her pussy was thick
Sunday chill Sunday chill
Sunday chill Sunday chill
Sunday chill Sunday chill
Sunday chill Sunday chill



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Writer(s): Rutherford Shai
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