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Sunday Service

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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) 20 black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (skrrt) I just want a one on one, don't know why she so nervous (boop) Fuck what these hoes sayin' 'cause my nigga 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 serve no purpose You a clown and I'm allergic, niggas straight up out the circus (haha) It's the nerve for me, these niggas 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 surgery Please, Lil Nas X the only nigga curvin' me 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) 20 black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (skrrt) I just want a one on one, don't know why she so nervous (boop, ha) Fuck what these hoes sayin' 'cause my nigga say I'm perfect 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 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 (bitch) Stop all that motherfuckin' yellin', ho (yellin', ho, why?) 'Cause I ain't buyin' what you're sellin', ho (sellin', ho) Think I'm the shit? Bitch, I know it, ho Jesus walked on water, I got ice boilin' though (aha) Miss me with that sucker shit, I'm not your baby mama Blocked his ass on everything, he in my DM's writin' albums (skrrt) Better hold your nigga 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 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) 20 black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (skrrt) I just want a one on one, don't know why she so nervous (boop) Fuck what these hoes sayin' 'cau- my nigga say I'm perfect (tuh) Tuh (20 black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service) Anyway (anyway) Come on (fuck what these hoes sayin' 'cause my nigga say I'm perfect) Tuh
Writer(s): Kevin Andre Price, Randall Avery Hammers, Darryl Lorenzo Clemons, Joel Banks, Taylor Banks, Alyssa Michelle Stephens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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