Sunday Service (Luh Tyquise Version) Lyrics by Luh Tyquise
I don’t sing R&B but, ***, I’m really him, *** wrong with niggas?
How you talk all of that *** but won’t say it to my face?, *** you got the wrong *** (the ***?)
I get loud just like my songs, you need to watch ya tone with me ***
I don’t fight, I get in the booth *** (please)
You ain’t my daddy, ***, you always starting drama (***)
Every time you speak ***, I’m gon’ respond like I’m yo ***’ mama (yeah)
***, yous a ***, I’ll pull up like Sunday Service (skrrt)
He want a one on one, wasshup?, don’t know why he so nervous (why?)
*** what this *** sayin’ ’cause he scared and he ain’t servin’ (tuh)
Anyways, this *** cheap, hmm, I’ll put his ass to sleep (ooh)
Any day, I could choose to fight *** but I’m not that type of person (ain’t)
Andale, *** you big mad just ’cause you flat like a surface (womp, womp, womp)
You built like a clown and act like you perfect, *** you straight up out the circus (haha)
It’s the temp for me, this *** ice cold as can be
He freezes erry’body he sees, the *** is literally zero degrees (brrrt)
He said I’m cold, *** no I make erry’body unfreeze, please
***, you lied you ain’t never in ya life ever serve me
I don’t sing R&B but, ***, I’m really him, *** wrong with niggas?
How you talk all of that *** but won’t say it to my face? *** you got the wrong *** (the ***?)
I get loud just like my songs, you need to watch ya tone with me ***
I don’t fight, I get in the booth *** (click)
You ain’t my daddy, ***, you always starting drama (***)
Every time you speak ***, I’m gon’ respond like I’m yo ***’ mama (grrah)
***, yous a ***, I’ll pull up like Sunday Service (skrrt)
He want a one on one, wasshup?, don’t know why he so nervous (why?)
*** what this *** sayin’ ’cause he scared and he ain’t servin’ (tuh)
Beef on beef, oh you ain’t start it, *** who is you tryna fool? (not me)
Like, I get money, I do big things, like I got the ***’ proof (dumb ass ***)
***, you corny, soon as monkey see, then you know monkey do
Like do you get active or do you text?, ’cause I can’t tell get in the square, ***
Cut the he said he did this ho (why?)
‘Cause yous a skanky, fake ass *** ho
Am I speakin’ facts?, hmm?, you know it ho
*** talked his *** but ain’t match his actions tho
***, you shady, flakey, and you act like yous a baby (goo-goo-gaga)
You act like I’m yo ***’ son, you givin’ birth to me yikes that’s crazy
Better stop talkin’ all of that *** ‘for I have yo face full of scars
I don’t really know what the problem is, but I’m tellin’ you you don’t want me to start (ho)
I don’t sing R&B but, ***, I’m really him, *** wrong with niggas?
How you talk all of that *** but won’t say it to my face? *** you got the wrong *** (the ***?)
I get loud just like my songs, you need to watch ya tone with me ***
I don’t fight, I get in the booth *** (click)
You ain’t my daddy, ***, you always starting drama (***)
Every time you speak ***, I’m gon’ respond like I’m yo ***’ mama (grrah)
***, yous a ***, I’ll pull up like Sunday Service (skrrt)
He want a one on one, wasshup?, don’t know why he so nervous (why?)
*** what this *** sayin’ ’cause he scared and he ain’t servin’ (tuh)
Tuh
***, yous a ***, I’ll pull up like Sunday Service
Anyway (anyway)
Come on
*** what this *** sayin’ ’cause he scared and he ain’t servin’
Tuh
***, keep yo motherfuckin’ mouth shut ***
The next time you say some motherfuckin’ *** about me, ***, I’m bashing you in ya ***’ mouth (***, hahaha)
***!
Lyrics corrected by “Ja’Bree Stanley (Writer of Sunday Service)”. Thank you for your contribution!
- Fixed: changed “worng” to “wrong”
Original: *** you got the worng *** (the ***?)
Corrected: *** you got the wrong *** (the ***?)