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letra de sunday service (remix) - latto

[intro: latto]
do you rap or do you tweet? ’cause i can’t tell, get in the booth, b-tch
(go grizz)
(pooh, you a fool for this one)
(b-b-bankroll got it)

[chorus: latto & flo milli]
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 (cl!ck)
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 (bah)
f-ck what these hoes sayin’ ’cause my n-gga say i’m perfect, anyway (flo milli sh-t)

[verse 1: flo milli]
since a jit, thought i was grown (haha), i ain’t never watched my tone (never)
i would cry over these n-ggas, but a b-tch never alone (aw)
wanna fight me ’bout some d-ck ’cause you checkin’ n-ggas’ phones (huh?)
i hope that ain’t your only n-gga, he ain’t never comin’ home (d-mn)
ho, i’ll take over your city (city), b-tch, you p-ssy, you a kitty (kitty)
we pull up like sunday service, beat a b-tch and show no pity (haha)
i don’t sing r&b, but when i ride that d-ck, 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? (b-tch)
k!llin’ hoes, they ridin’ off in he-rs-s (bye)
why the f-ck you let me meet your n-gga if you know he thirsty? stupid b-tch
[chorus: latto]
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 (cl!ck)
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 (bah)
f-ck what these hoes sayin’ ’cause my n-gga say i’m perfect, anyway

[interlude: megan thee stallion]
hmm, y’all know who the f-ck it is
the most loved, the most hated
the highest antic-p-ted
the one your n-gga wish he dated, hahaha
real hot girl sh-t, ayy

[verse 2: megan thee stallion & glorilla]
b-tches must be tryna save the planet, recyclin’ all my old n-ggas (recyclin’ all my old n-ggas)
trends you think you settin’, i had that sh-t on in my old pictures (yeah)
i’m standin’ on business (yeah), he actin’ up, then i’ma pivot (i’ma pivot)
what the f-ck 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)

i see you barkin’ at me for attention, i’ll never throw the bone to ya (ayy)
ass on texas, n-ggas wanna hold it (mwah, baow)
player face card, b-tch, you know i ain’t foldin’ (baow, baow)

diamonds get tested, we see who the coldest
these b-tches tryna be funny, they joking

i don’t care who you think hotter than me
ain’t a b-tch 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 b-tch-ass n-ggas get no conversation (shh)
throwin’ salt gon’ k!ll a snail, but won’t do nothin’ to a player (yeah, yeah, do nothin’ to a player)
all it did was make more n-ggas throw the coin to me like a wishing well (ah)
[chorus: latto]
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 (cl!ck)
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 (bah)
f-ck what these hoes sayin’ ’cause my n-gga say i’m perfect (tuh)

[outro: latto & flo milli]
he a bird to me, these b-tches hot like third-degree
tuh
twenty black suburbans, we pull up like sunday service
anyway (anyway)
b-tch, you a clown and i’m allergic
come on
f-ck what these hoes sayin’, ’cause my n-gga say i’m perfect (tuh)

- latto

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