Paroles de 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 her, 'fuck wrong wit' niggas? How you let him cheat 'n take him back? Must be yo' only nigga (tha' fuck?) I get loud, just like my weed, I don't watch my tone wit' niggas I hang up the phone on niggas (please!), you ain't my daddy, bitch, I'm Big Mama (bitch)! Every time y'all book me with dem 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's so nervous (fuck!) Fuck what these hoes sayin', 'cause my niggas 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!) Ándale, quick to cut him off if he don't service no purpose You a clown and I'm allergic, niggas straight-up out tha' circus (ha!) It's the nerve for me, these niggas burnt, they're third degree He callin', trynna' work it out, I'd rather make him work for me (tha' fuck?) He can't tell if it's authentic or it's a surgery Please, Lil' Nas X the only nigga curvin' me I don't sing R&B but, bitch, I'm really her, fuck wrong wit' niggas? How you let him cheat 'n take him back? Must be yo' only nigga (tha' fuck?) I get loud, just like my weed, I don't watch my tone wit' niggas I hang up the phone on niggas (please!), you ain't my daddy, bitch, I'm Big Mama (bitch)! Every time y'all book me with dem 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's so nervous (fuck!) Fuck what these hoes sayin', 'cause my niggas say I'm perfect ('tuh!) Tell da truth: Oh, I'm not dat cute? Bet you won't ask yo' 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 dat mothafuckin' yellin', ho (yellin', ho, wow!) 'Cause I ain't buyin' what you sellin', ho (sellin', ho!) Think I'm the shit? Bitch, I know it, ho (hot!) Jesus walked on water? I got ice boilin', though (hey, hey) Miss me with that sucka' shit, I'm not yo' baby mama Blocked his ass on everything, he in my DMs, writin' albums (brr!) Betta' hold yo' nigga tight, 'fo' I make you come up-off 'I'm '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 wit' niggas? How you let him cheat 'n take him back? Must be yo' only nigga (tha' fuck?) I get loud, just like my weed, I don't watch my tone wit' niggas I hang up the phone on niggas (please!), you ain't my daddy, bitch, I'm Big Mama (bitch)! Every time y'all book me with dem 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's so nervous (fuck!) Fuck what these hoes sayin', 'cause my niggas say I'm perfect ('tuh!) Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday service Anyway Come on! Fuck what these hoes sayin', 'cause my niggas say I'm perfect Tuh!