Sunday Service lyrics

[Intro]
Go Grizz
Pooh, you a fool for this one
B-B-Bankroll Got It

[Chorus]
I don't sing R&B but, b*tch, I'm really her, f*ck wrong with n*ggas?
How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only n*gga (The f*ck?)
I get loud just like my weed, I don't watch my tone with n*ggas
I hang up the phone on n*ggas (Click)
You ain't my daddy, b*tch, I'm big mama (b*tch)
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 (Boop)
f*ck what these hoes sayin' 'cause my n*gga say I'm perfect (Tuh)

[Verse 1]
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)
Ándale, quick to cut him off if he don't serve no purpose
You a clown and I'm allergic, n*ggas straight up out the circus (Haha)
It's the nerve for me, these n*ggas burnt, they third degree
He callin' tryin' to work it out, I'd rather make him work for me (The f*ck?)
He can't tell if it's authentic or it's surgery, please, Lil Nas X the only n*gga curvin' me

[Chorus]
I don't sing R&B but, b*tch, I'm really her, f*ck wrong with n*ggas?
How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only n*gga (The f*ck?)
I get loud just like my weed, I don't watch my tone with n*ggas
I hang up the phone on n*ggas (Click)
You ain't my daddy, b*tch, I'm big mama (b*tch)
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 (Boop, ha)
f*ck what these hoes sayin' 'cause my n*gga say I'm perfect (Tuh)
[Verse 2]
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 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*ckin' yellin', ho (Yellin', ho, why?)
'Cause I ain't buyin' what you're sellin', ho (Sellin', ho)
Think I'm the sh*t? b*tch, I know it, ho
Jesus walked on water, I got ice boilin' though (Aha)
Miss me with that sucker sh*t, I'm not your baby mama
Blocked his ass on everything, he in my DMs writin' 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

[Chorus]
I don't sing R&B but, b*tch, I'm really her, f*ck wrong with n*ggas?
How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only n*gga (The f*ck?)
I get loud just like my weed, I don't watch my tone with n*ggas
I hang up the phone on n*ggas (Click)
You ain't my daddy, b*tch, I'm big mama (b*tch)
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 (Boop)
f*ck what these hoes sayin' 'cause my n*gga say I'm perfect (Tuh)

[Outro]
Tuh
Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service
Anyway (Anyway)
Come on
f*ck what these hoes sayin' 'cause my n*gga say I'm perfect
Tuh