Sunday Service (Remix) Lyrics by Latto
Do you rap or do you tweet? ‘Cause I can’t tell, get in the booth, bitch
(Go Grizz)
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(B-B-Bankroll Got It)
I don’t sing R&B, but, bitch, I’m really her, fuck wrong with niggas?
How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only nigga (The fuck?)
I get loud just like my weed, I don’t watch my tone with niggas
I hang up the phone on niggas (Click)
You ain’t my daddy, bitch, I’m big mama (Bitch)
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 (Bah)
Fuck what these hoes sayin’ ’cause my nigga say I’m perfect, anyway (Flo Milli shit)
Since a jit, thought I was grown (Haha), I ain’t never watched my tone (Never)
I would cry over these niggas, but a bitch never alone (Aw)
Wanna fight me ’bout some dick ’cause you checkin’ niggas’ phones (Huh?)
I hope that ain’t your only nigga, he ain’t never comin’ home (Damn)
Ho, I’ll take over your city (City), bitch, you pussy, you a kitty (Kitty)
We pull up like Sunday Service, beat a bitch and show no pity (Haha)
I don’t sing R&B, but when I ride that dick, we playin’ Jodeci (Ooh)
A lotta ass, but I’m petite, lil’ chocolate, I’m his favorite treat (Favorite treat)
And my Haitian say I’m perfect, try me, he gon’ curse you
She be tough online, but sweet in person, where the other version? (Bitch)
Killin’ hoes, they ridin’ off in hearses (Bye)
Why the fuck you let me meet your nigga if you know he thirsty? Stupid bitch
I don’t sing R&B, but, bitch, I’m really her, fuck wrong with niggas?
How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only nigga (The fuck?)
I get loud just like my weed, I don’t watch my tone with niggas
I hang up the phone on niggas (Click)
You ain’t my daddy, bitch, I’m big mama (Bitch)
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 (Bah)
Fuck what these hoes sayin’ ’cause my nigga say I’m perfect, anyway
Hmm, y’all know who the fuck it is
The most loved, the most hated
The highest anticipated
The one your nigga wish he dated, hahaha
Real hot girl shit, ayy
Bitches must be tryna save the planet, recyclin’ all my old niggas (Recyclin’ all my old niggas)
Trends you think you settin’, I had that shit on in my old pictures (Yeah)
I’m standin’ on business (Yeah), he actin’ up, then I’ma pivot (I’ma pivot)
What the fuck I look like trippin’ on one out of seven billion? (Hahaha)
I meet the goalpost when it’s movin’, they say I can’t, then I do it (Yeah)
Your favorite rapper might not like me, but his boo gon’ jam my music (Ah)
Blue checks, big influence, chain glow like Hallelujah (On the gang)
I see you barkin’ at me for attention, I’ll never throw the bone to ya (Ayy)
Ass on Texas, niggas wanna hold it (Mwah, baow)
Player face card, bitch, you know I ain’t foldin’ (Baow, baow)
Baddie, make a ho mad like Rollie (Yeah, yeah)
Diamonds get tested, we see who the coldest
These bitches tryna be funny, they joking
Everything Megan put out, I own it
I don’t care who you think hotter than me
Ain’t a bitch stepped I ain’t smokin’
He was in my DMs beggin’, now he in my mentions hatin’ (In my mentions hatin’)
That’s exactly why you bitch-ass niggas get no conversation (Shh)
Throwin’ salt gon’ kill a snail, but won’t do nothin’ to a player (Yeah, yeah, do nothin’ to a player)
All it did was make more niggas throw the coin to me like a wishing well (Ah)
I don’t sing R&B, but, bitch, I’m really her, fuck wrong with niggas?
How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only nigga (The fuck?)
I get loud just like my weed, I don’t watch my tone with niggas
I hang up the phone on niggas (Click)
You ain’t my daddy, bitch, I’m big mama (Bitch)
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 (Bah)
Fuck what these hoes sayin’ ’cause my nigga say I’m perfect (Tuh)
He a bird to me, these bitches hot like third-degree
Tuh
Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service
Anyway (Anyway)
Bitch, you a clown and I’m allergic
Come on
Fuck what these hoes sayin’, ’cause my nigga say I’m perfect (Tuh)
American rapper