Sunday Service (Remix) Lyrics – Latto
American rapper “Latto” has released a brand-new song from the album “Sugar Honey Iced Tea” with “Megan Thee Stallion and Flo Milli” titled “Sunday Service (Remix)”. Penned by Latto, Bankroll Got It, Megan Thee Stallion, Matthew Banks, SupaKaine, Go Grizzly, Pooh Beatz, and Joel Banks, and the song “Sunday Service (Remix)” was produced by Go Grizzly, Pooh Beatz, and Bankroll Got It. This brand-new music video was released on June 7, 2024. Read the full lyrics to the song “Sunday Service (Remix)” by Latto.
Sunday Service (Remix) Lyrics
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)
I Don’t Sing R&B, But, B!tch, I’m Really Her, Fu*k Wrong With Niggas?
How You Let Him Cheat And Take Him Back? Must Be Your Only Nigga (The Fu*k?)
I Get Loud Just Like My Weed, I Don’t Watch My Tone With Niggas
I Hang Up The Phone On Niggas (Click)
You Ain’t My Daddy, B!tch, I’m Big Mama (B!tch)
Every Time Y’all Book Me With Them Ho*s, 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)
Fu*k What These Ho*s Sayin’ ’cause My Nigga Say I’m Perfect,
Anyway (Flo Milli Shit)
Since A Jit, Thought I Was Grown (Haha),
I Ain’t Never Watched My Tone (Never)
I Would Cry Over These Niggas,
But A B!tch Never Alone (Aw)
Wanna Fight Me ’bout Some D!ck ’cause
You Checkin’ Niggas’ Phones (Huh?)
I Hope That Ain’t Your Only Nigga,
He Ain’t Never Comin’ Home (Damn)
Ho, I’ll Take Over Your City (City),
B!tch, You Pu*sy, 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 A*s, 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)
Killin’ Ho*s, They Ridin’ Off In Hearses (Bye)
Why The Fu*k You Let Me Meet Your Nigga If You Know He Thirsty? Stupid B!tch
I Don’t Sing R&B, But, B!tch, I’m Really Her, Fu*k Wrong With Niggas?
How You Let Him Cheat And Take Him Back? Must Be Your Only Nigga (The Fu*k?)
I Get Loud Just Like My Weed, I Don’t Watch My Tone With Niggas
I Hang Up The Phone On Niggas (Click)
You Ain’t My Daddy, B!tch, I’m Big Mama (B!tch)
Every Time Y’all Book Me With Them Ho*s, 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)
Fu*k What These Ho*s Sayin’ ’cause My Nigga Say I’m Perfect, Anyway
Hmm, Y’all Know Who The Fu*k It Is
The Most Loved, The Most Hated
The Highest Anticipated
The One Your Nigga Wish He Dated, Hahaha
Real Hot Girl Shit, Ayy
Hot Posts
B!tches Must Be Tryna Save The Planet,
Recyclin’ All My Old Niggas (Recyclin’ All My Old Niggas)
Trends You Think You Settin’, I Had That Shit On In My Old Pictures (Yeah)
I’m Standin’ On Business (Yeah), He Actin’ Up, Then I’ma Pivot (I’ma Pivot)
What The Fu*k 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)
Blue Checks, Big Influence, Chain Glow Like Hallelujah (On The Gang)
I See You Barkin’ At Me For Attention, I’ll Never Throw The Bone To Ya (Ayy)
A*s On Texas, Niggas Wanna Hold It (Mwah, Baow)
Player Face Card, B!tch, You Know I Ain’t Foldin’ (Baow, Baow)
Baddie, Make A Ho Mad Like Rollie (Yeah, Yeah)
Diamonds Get Tested, We See Who The Coldest
These B!tches Tryna Be Funny, They Joking
Everything Megan Put Out, I Own It
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-A*s Niggas Get No Conversation (Shh)
Throwin’ Salt Gon’ Kill A Snail, But Won’t Do Nothin’ To A Player
(Yeah, Yeah, Do Nothin’ To A Player)
All It Did Was Make More Niggas Throw The Coin To Me Like A Wishing Well (Ah)
I Don’t Sing R&B, But, B!tch, I’m Really Her, Fu*k Wrong With Niggas?
How You Let Him Cheat And Take Him Back? Must Be Your Only Nigga (The Fu*k?)
I Get Loud Just Like My Weed, I Don’t Watch My Tone With Niggas
I Hang Up The Phone On Niggas (Click)
You Ain’t My Daddy, B!tch, I’m Big Mama (B!tch)
Every Time Y’all Book Me With Them Ho*s, 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)
Fu*k What These Ho*s Sayin’ ’cause My Nigga Say I’m Perfect (Tuh)
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
Fu*k What These Ho*s Sayin’, ’cause My Nigga Say I’m Perfect (Tuh)