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Welcome To Sundays Baby.
You can happily Dine in , or take out.
Come on in to Sundays baby.
That soul food is good for the body.
The southern soul baby.
Bitch I got my pots.
Umma about to cook it babe
Umma about to loose it.
Cooking up all the food yeah.
Bitch I got my pots.
Let me whip up that southern food I know you hear me.
Pigeon peas, macaroni, and the chicken babe.
Cooking like it's thanksgiving.
Bitch I got my pots…
You're just waking up on a Saturday morning.
You hung out all night I know you're hungry.
I'm whipping up the things that you like.
That southern soul food that get you right.
So now it's time to feed that soul.
(Pull up to Sundays)
The type of shit they hit your body you grow.
Damn I'm digging that southern soul.
That food so good it got you coming for more.
Bitch I got my pots.
Umma about to cook it babe
Umma about to loose it.
Cooking up all the food yeah.
Bitch I got my pots.
Let me whip up that southern food I know you hear me.
Pigeon peas, macaroni, and the chicken babe.
Cooking like it's thanksgiving.
Bitch I got my pots…
Well, it's time to eat. Let me pack your plate.
Let's get it in before it's too late.
Turkey wings with shrimp on the grill (barbecue ribs)
With collard greens and neck-bones in it.
(With neck bones in it)
That southern soul food I got you coming back.
Sweet potato pie I know it's tasty.
You done ate it all up but now you're lazy.
This that shit that makes a you Lazy yeah.
Bitch I got my pots.
Umma about to cook it babe
Umma about to loose it.
Cooking up all the food yeah.
Bitch I got my pots.
Let me whip up that southern food I know you hear me.
Pigeon peas, macaroni, and the chicken babe.