After much ado, Latto released her new tune, “Sunday Service,” her alleged Ice Spice diss and it’s receiving mixed reviews.
Many anticipated “Sunday Service” would be a response to Ice Spice’s “Think U The S— (Fart),” where she aims the Grammy-nominated rapper.
Latto described the song as paying homage to female rappers – past and present – including the ones she’s beefing with.
Latto – ‘Sunday Service’ Lyrics
[Chorus] I don't sing R&B but, b---, I'm really her, f--- wrong with n---s? How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only n--- (The f---?) I get loud just like my weed, I don't watch my tone with n---s I hang up the phone on n---s You ain't my daddy, b---, I'm big mama (B---) Every time y'all book me with them hoes, it's gon' be big drama Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service I just want a one on one, don't know why she so nervous F--- what these hoes sayin' 'cause my n--- say I'm perfect [Verse 1] Anyway, body count so low, I might say I'm a virgin Any day, I could sw--- my car just like I sw--- my purses Andale, quick to cut him off if he don't serve no purpose You a clown and I'm allergic, n---s straight up out the circus It's the nerve for me, these n---s burnt, they third degree He callin' tryin' to work it out, I'd rather make him work for me (The f---?) He can't tell if it's authentic or it's surgery, please, Lil Nas X the only n--- curvin' me [Chorus] I don't sing R&B but, b---, I'm really her, f--- wrong with n---s? How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only n--- (The f---?) I get loud just like my weed, I don't watch my tone with n---s I hang up the phone on n---s You ain't my daddy, b---, I'm big mama (B---) Every time y'all book me with them hoes, it's gon' be big drama Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service I just want a one on one, don't know why she so nervous F--- what these hoes sayin' 'cause my n--- say I'm perfect [Verse 2] Tell the truth, oh, I'm not that cute? Bet you won't ask your boo He get money, I get money too, like, who gon' trick on who? (Who?) These b---es 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, b--- (B---) Stop all that motherf---in' yellin', ho (Yellin', ho, why?) 'Cause I ain't buyin' what you're sellin', ho (Sellin', ho) Think I'm the s---? B---, I know it, ho Jesus walked on water, I got ice boilin' though Miss me with that sucker s---, I'm not your baby mama Blocked his ass on everything, he in my DM's writin' albums Better hold your n--- tight, 'fore I make you come up off him Say two wrongs don't make a right, but I'm the type get one up on 'em [Chorus] I don't sing R&B but, b---, I'm really her, f--- wrong with n---s? How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only n--- (The f---?) I get loud just like my weed, I don't watch my tone with n---s I hang up the phone on n---s You ain't my daddy, b---, I'm big mama (B---) Every time y'all book me with them hoes, it's gon' be big drama Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service I just want a one on one, don't know why she so nervous F--- what these hoes sayin' 'cause my n--- say I'm perfect [Outro] Tuh Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service Anyway Come on F--- what these hoes sayin' 'cause my n--- say I'm perfect Tuh
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