Sunday Service Lyrics by Latto. This song lyrics Written by Latto, Go Grizzly, Pooh Beatz, Joel Banks, Matthew Banks & SupaKaine and also music Produced by Go Grizzly, Pooh Beatz & Bankroll Got It.
Artist/Band: Latto
Producer: Go Grizzly, Pooh Beatz & Bankroll Got It
Writter: Latto, Go Grizzly, Pooh Beatz, Joel Banks, Matthew Banks & SupaKaine
Label: Streamcut & RCA Records
Sunday Service Lyrics
Go Grizz
Poh, 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**k wrong with n!ggas?
How you let him cheat and take him back?
Must be your only n!gga (The f**k?)
I get loud just like my weed
I don't watch my tone with n!ggas
I hang up the phone on n!ggas (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 gone 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**k)
F**k what these hoes saying 'cause my n!ggas say I'm perfect (Tuh)
Anyway, body count so low, I might say I'm a virgin (Oh)
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, n!ggas straight up out the circus (Ha)
It's the nerve for me, these n!ggas burnt, they third degree
He calling trying to work it out, I'd rather make him work for me (The f**k?)
He can't tell if it's authentic or it's a surgery
Please, Lil Nas X the only n!gga curving me
I don't sing R&B but, b!tch
I'm really her, f**k wrong with n!ggas?
How you let him cheat and take him back?
Must be your only n!gga (The f**k?)
I get loud just like my weed
I don't watch my tone with n!ggas
I hang up the phone on n!ggas (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 gone 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**k)
F**k what these hoes saying 'cause my n!ggas 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 gone 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**king yelling, ho (Yelling, ho, wow)
'Cause I ain't buying what you selling, ho (Selling, ho)
Think I'm the sh!t, b!tch, I know it, ho (Hot)
Jesus walked on water, I got ice boiling though (Hey-hey)
Miss me with that sucker sh!t, I'm not your baby momma
Blocked his as*on everything, he in my DM's writing albums (Brr)
Better hold your n!gga 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**k wrong with n!ggas?
How you let him cheat and take him back?
Must be your only n!gga (The f**k?)
I get loud just like my weed
I don't watch my tone with n!ggas
I hang up the phone on n!ggas (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 gone 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**k)
F**k what these hoes saying 'cause my n!ggas say I'm perfect (Tuh)
Uh, Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service
Anyway, Come on
F**k what these hoes saying 'cause my n!ggas say I'm perfect
Uh