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latto - sunday service (remix) كلمات الأغنية

[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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