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