Sunday Service

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 H.E.R., fuck wrong with ****?

How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only ****

I get loud just like my weed, I don't watch my tone with ****

I hang up the phone on ****, ye'aint my daddy, bitch, I'm Big Momma

Every time y'all book me with them hoes, it's gon' be big drama

Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service

I just want a one-on-one, don't know why she's so nervous

Fuck what these hoes sayin', 'cause my **** say I'm perfect

Anyway, body count so low I might say I'm a virgin

Any day, I could switch my car just like I switch my purses

Andale, quick to cut him off if he don't service no purpose

You a clown and I'm allergic, **** skraight up out the circus

It's the nerve for me, these **** burnt, they third degree

He callin' tryin' to work it out, I'd rather make him work for me

The fuck?

He can't tell if it's authentic or it's a surgery

Please, Lil' Nas X the only **** curving me!

I don't sing R&B, but bitch, I'm really H.E.R., fuck wrong with ****?

How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only ****

I get loud just like my weed, I don't watch my tone with ****

I hang up the phone on ****, ye'aint my daddy, bitch, I'm Big Momma

Every time y'all book me with them hoes, it's gon' be big drama

Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service

I just want a one-on-one, don't know why she's so nervous

Fuck what these hoes sayin', 'cause my **** say I'm perfect

Tell the truth, oh, I'm not that cute? Bet you won't ask ya boo

He get money, I get money too, like who gon' trick on who?

These bitches 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, bitch

Stop all that mothafuckin' yellin', ho

'Cause I ain't buyin' what you sellin', ho

Think I'm the shit, bitch, I know it, ho

Jesus walked on water, I got ice boilin' though

Miss me with that sucker shit, I'm not your baby momma

Blocked his ass on everything, he in my DMs writing albums

Better hold ya **** 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 bitch, I'm really H.E.R., fuck wrong with ****?

How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only ****

I get loud just like my weed, I don't watch my tone with ****

I hang up the phone on ****, ye'aint my daddy, bitch, I'm Big Momma

Every time y'all book me with them hoes, it's gon' be big drama

Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service

I just want a one-on-one, don't know why she's so nervous

Fuck what these hoes sayin', 'cause my **** say I'm perfect

Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service

Anyway

Fuck what these hoes sayin', 'cause my **** say I'm perfect