Sunday Service Lyrics : This song sung by Latto, is a new addition to the English music scene. Lyrics of this song are penned down by Latto and music for this track was produced by Latto.
Sunday Service Song Details
Singer : Latto
Lyrics : Latto
Music : Latto
Sunday Service Lyrics
Go Grizz
Pooh, you a fool for this one
B-B-Bankroll Got It
I don’t sing R&B but, b*tch, I’m really her, f*ck wrong with ni*gas?
How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only ni*ga (The f*ck?)
I get loud just like my weed, I don’t watch my tone with ni*gas
I hang up the phone on ni*gas (Please)
You ain’t my daddy, b*tch, I’m big momma (B*tch)
Every time y’all book me with them hoes, it’s gon’ be big drama (Grrah)
Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (Skrrt)
I just want a one on one, don’t know why she so nervous (F*ck)
F*ck what these hoes sayin’ ’cause my ni*gas say I’m perfect (Tuh)
Anyway, body count so low, I might say I’m a virgin (Ooh)
Any day, I could switch my car just like I switch my purses (Skrrt)
Andale, quick to cut him off if he don’t service no purpose
You a clown and I’m allergic, ni*gas straight up out the circus (Ha)
It’s the nerve for me, these ni*gas burnt, they third degree
He callin’ tryin’ to work it out, I’d rather make him work for me (The f*ck?)
He can’t tell if it’s authentic or it’s a surgery
Please, Lil Nas X the only ni*ga curvin’ me
I don’t sing R&B but, b*tch, I’m really her, f*ck wrong with ni*gas?
How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only ni*ga (The f*ck?)
I get loud just like my weed, I don’t watch my tone with ni*gas
I hang up the phone on ni*gas (Please)
You ain’t my daddy, b*tch, I’m big momma (B*tch)
Every time y’all book me with them hoes, it’s gon’ be big drama (Grrah)
Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (Skrrt)
I just want a one on one, don’t know why she so nervous (F*ck)
F*ck what these hoes sayin’ ’cause my ni*gas say I’m perfect (Tuh)
Tell the truth, oh, I’m not that cute? Bet you won’t ask your boo
He get money, I get money too, like who gon’ trick on who? (Who?)
These b*tches corny, soon as monkey see, then you know monkey do
Do you rap or do you tweet?
‘Cause I can’t tell, get in the booth, b*tch (B*tch)
Stop all that motherf*ckin’ yellin’, ho (Yellin’, ho, wow)
‘Cause I ain’t buyin’ what you sellin’, ho (Sellin’, ho)
Think I’m the shit, b*tch, I know it, ho (Hot)
Jesus walked on water, I got ice water though (Hey-hey)
Miss me with that sucker shit, I’m not your baby momma
Blocked his ass on everything, he in my DM’s writin’ albums (Brr)
Better hold your ni*ga tight, ‘fore I make you come up off him
Say two wrongs don’t make a right, but I’m the type get one up on ’em
I don’t sing R&B but, b*tch, I’m really her, f*ck wrong with ni*gas?
How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only ni*ga (The f*ck?)
I get loud just like my weed, I don’t watch my tone with ni*gas
I hang up the phone on ni*gas (Please)
You ain’t my daddy, b*tch, I’m big momma (B*tch)
Every time y’all book me with them hoes, it’s gon’ be big drama (Grrah)
Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (Skrrt)
I just want a one on one, don’t know why she so nervous (F*ck)
F*ck what these hoes sayin’ ’cause my ni*gas say I’m perfect (Tuh)
Tuh
Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service
Anyway
Come on
F*ck what these hoes sayin’ ’cause my ni*gas say I’m perfect
Tuh