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Sunday Service
Hip-Hop/Rap
Sunday Service was released on December 4, 2020 by EnSD as a part of the album I Feel Like 2
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Release DateDecember 4, 2020
LabelEnSD
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM151

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathan Duarte
Nathan Duarte
Songwriter

Lyrics

Iced out, my wrist
Iced out, my bitch
Iced out, my wrist
Iced out, my bitch
Iced out, my wrist
Iced out, my bitch
Iced out, my wrist
Iced out, my bitch
Whited out in church, and I’m tipsy, eh
New chick on her period, ellipses, eh
I’m in every line of sight that bitch sees, eh
Running laps of victory like Nipsey, eh
Yeah I got the cream, you know I’m crispy, eh
Froggy fresh, the baddest in the city, eh
You can’t write a cheque, you know I’m busy, eh
Polishing my diamonds till they pretty, eh
Price looks like a barcode on a receipt, eh
Two of the same patek, double dripping, eh
Cloudy jewels on your neck looking piss cheap, eh
My clout on the rise, your clout dipping, eh
Wallet like a hippo, eh
Wallet like a hippo, eh
24 karat pistol, eh
24 karat pistol
Goldeneye, uh, uh, golden gun
Golden dick, uh, golden tongue
I don’t bite light on fight night
Gold bars in my gloves so I swipe right
Beat a white knight
Swerve on your bitch, yeah Excitebike
Got no light pipe
That pussy don’t need a night light
Lit up from his nightlife
Street lights in his eyesight
Snakeskin still ain’t fitting quite right
I wear a furry collar, leather jacket
Straight out Valhalla, I ain’t lacking
Make that dollar dollar, I’ve been crabbing
Tough pill to swallow, but I’m an addict
Take your top off like a tornado with attics
Take your top off, yeah, rodeo of plastic
Talking to this bitch like a rodeo on acid
Finna go holy ghost, she keep sending ass pics
I can’t help myself with that bod, yeah, yeah, yeah
Thick hoe, yeah she got that vase, yeah, yeah, yeah
IV for my baby, got that blood, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ice to a T, got that cross, yeah, yeah, yeah
Neck’s a freezer, shoulda caught a bug, yeah, yeah, yeah
Digging through that pussy, call me Ross, yeah, yeah, yeah
My hand on the cookie, on a jug, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cookie crumbled, better clean the rug, yeah, yeah, yeah
Iced out, my wrist
Iced out, my bitch
Iced out, my wrist
Iced out, my bitch
Iced out, my wrist
Iced out, my bitch
Iced out, my wrist
Iced out, my bitch
Written by: Nathan Duarte
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