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Must be your only nigga (the fuck?)\nI get loud ju' like my weed, I don't watch my tone with niggas\nI hang up the phone on niggas (click), you ain't my daddy, bitch, I'm big mama (bitch)\n\nEvery time y'all book me with 'em hoes, it's gon' be big drama (grrah)\n20 black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (skrrt)\nI ju' want a one-on-one, don't know why she so nervous (bah)\nFuck what these hoes sayin' 'cause my nigga say I'm perfect, anyway (Flo Milli shit)\n\nSince a jit, thought I was grown (haha), I ain't never watched my tone (never)\nI would cry over these niggas, but a bitch never alone (aw)\nWanna fight me 'bout some dick 'cause you checkin' niggas' phones (huh?)\nI hope that ain't your only nigga, he ain't never comin' home (damn)\n\nHo, I'll take over your city (city), bitch, you pussy, you a kitty (kitty)\nWe pull up like Sunday Service, beat a bitch and show no pity (haha)\nI don't sing R&B, but when I ride that dick, we playin' Jodeci (ooh)\nA lotta ass, but I'm petite, lil' chocolate, I'm his favorite treat (favorite treat)\n\nAnd my Haitian say I'm perfect, try me, he gon' curse you\nShe be tough online, but sweet in person, where the other version? (Bitch)\nKillin' hoes, they ridin' off in hearses (bye)\nWhy the fuck you let me meet your nigga if you know he thirsty? Stupid bitch\n\nI don't sing R&B, but, bitch, I'm really her, fuck wrong with niggas?\nHow you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only nigga (the fuck?)\nI get loud ju' like my weed, I don't watch my tone with niggas\nI hang up the phone on niggas (click), you ain't my daddy, bitch, I'm big mama (bitch)\n\nEvery time y'all book me with 'em hoes, it's gon' be big drama (grrah)\n20 black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (skrrt)\nI ju' want a one-on-one, don't know why she so nervous (bah)\nFuck what these hoes sayin' 'cause my nigga say I'm perfect, anyway\n\nHmm, y'all know who the fuck it is, the most loved, the most hated\nThe highest anticipated\nThe one your nigga wish he dated, hahaha\nReal hot girl shit, ayy\n\nBitches must be tryna save the planet, recyclin' all my old niggas (recyclin' all my old niggas)\nTrends you think you settin', I had that shit on in my old pictures (yeah)\nI'm standin' on bidness (yeah), he actin' up, then I'ma pivot (I'ma pivot)\nWhat the fuck I look like, trippin' on one outta seven billion? (Hahaha, huh)\n\nI meet the goalpost when it's movin', they say I can't, then I do it (yeah)\nYour favorite rapper might not like me, but his boo gon' jam my music (ah)\nBlue checks, big influence, chain glow like Hallelujah (on the gang)\nI see you barkin' at me for attention, I'll never throw the bone to ya (ayy)\n\nA-ass on Texas, niggas wanna hold it (mwah-baow), player face card, bitch, you know I ain't foldin' (baow-baow)\nBaddie, make a ho mad like Rollie (yeah-yeah), diamonds get tested, we see who the coldest\nThese bitches tryna be funny, they jokin', everything Megan put out, I own it\nI don't care who you think hotter than me, ain't a bitch stepped, I ain't smokin'\n\nHe-he-he was in my DMs beggin', now he in my mentions hatin' (in my mentions hatin')\nThat's exactly why you bitch-ass niggas get no conversation (shh)\nThrowin' salt gon' kill a snail, but won't do nothin' to a player (yeah-yeah, do nothin' to a player)\nAll it did was make more niggas throw the coin to me like a wishin' well (ah)\n\nI don't sing R&B, but, bitch, I'm really her, fuck wrong with niggas?\nHow you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only nigga (the fuck?)\nI get loud ju' like my weed, I don't watch my tone with niggas\nI hang up the phone on niggas (click), you ain't my daddy, bitch, I'm big mama (bitch)\n\nEvery time y'all book me with 'em hoes, it's gon' be big drama (grrah)\n20 black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (skrrt)\nI ju' want a one-on-one, don't know why she so nervous (bah)\nFuck what these hoes sayin' 'cause my nigga say I'm perfect (tuh)\n\nHe a bird to me, these bitches hot like third-degree, tuh\n20 black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service\nAnyway (anyway) bitch, you a clown, and I'm allergic, come on\nFuck what these hoes sayin', 'cause my nigga say I'm perfect (tuh)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] Do you rap or do you tweet? 'Cause I can't tell, get in the booth, bitch\n[00:06.34] (Go Grizz)\n[00:09.06] (Pooh, you a fool for this one) (B-B-Bankroll Got It)\n[00:15.46] I don't sing R&B, but, bitch, I'm really her, fuck wrong with niggas?\n[00:18.90] How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only nigga (the fuck?)\n[00:21.93] I get loud ju' like my weed, I don't watch my tone with niggas\n[00:25.08] I hang up the phone on niggas (click), you ain't my daddy, bitch, I'm big mama (bitch)\n[00:28.58] Every time y'all book me with 'em hoes, it's gon' be big drama (grrah)\n[00:31.86] 20 black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (skrrt)\n[00:34.73] I ju' want a one-on-one, don't know why she so nervous (bah)\n[00:37.63] Fuck what these hoes sayin' 'cause my nigga say I'm perfect, anyway (Flo Milli shit)\n[00:40.74] Since a jit, thought I was grown (haha), I ain't never watched my tone (never)\n[00:44.17] I would cry over these niggas, but a bitch never alone (aw)\n[00:47.06] Wanna fight me 'bout some dick 'cause you checkin' niggas' phones (huh?)\n[00:50.19] I hope that ain't your only nigga, he ain't never comin' home (damn)\n[00:53.08] Ho, I'll take over your city (city), bitch, you pussy, you a kitty (kitty)\n[00:56.43] We pull up like Sunday Service, beat a bitch and show no pity (haha)\n[00:59.46] I don't sing R&B, but when I ride that dick, we playin' Jodeci (ooh)\n[01:02.80] A lotta ass, but I'm petite, lil' chocolate, I'm his favorite treat (favorite treat)\n[01:06.37] And my Haitian say I'm perfect, try me, he gon' curse you\n[01:09.49] She be tough online, but sweet in person, where the other version? (Bitch)\n[01:12.52] Killin' hoes, they ridin' off in hearses (bye)\n[01:14.38] Why the fuck you let me meet your nigga if you know he thirsty? Stupid bitch\n[01:18.00] I don't sing R&B, but, bitch, I'm really her, fuck wrong with niggas?\n[01:21.15] How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only nigga (the fuck?)\n[01:24.55] I get loud ju' like my weed, I don't watch my tone with niggas\n[01:27.96] I hang up the phone on niggas (click), you ain't my daddy, bitch, I'm big mama (bitch)\n[01:31.18] Every time y'all book me with 'em hoes, it's gon' be big drama (grrah)\n[01:34.58] 20 black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (skrrt)\n[01:37.44] I ju' want a one-on-one, don't know why she so nervous (bah)\n[01:40.57] Fuck what these hoes sayin' 'cause my nigga say I'm perfect, anyway\n[01:43.97] Hmm, y'all know who the fuck it is, the most loved, the most hated\n[01:48.08] The highest anticipated\n[01:50.13] The one your nigga wish he dated, hahaha\n[01:54.63] Real hot girl shit, ayy\n[01:55.68] Bitches must be tryna save the planet, recyclin' all my old niggas (recyclin' all my old niggas)\n[01:59.36] Trends you think you settin', I had that shit on in my old pictures (yeah)\n[02:02.42] I'm standin' on bidness (yeah), he actin' up, then I'ma pivot (I'ma pivot)\n[02:05.67] What the fuck I look like, trippin' on one outta seven billion? (Hahaha, huh)\n[02:08.72] I meet the goalpost when it's movin', they say I can't, then I do it (yeah)\n[02:11.86] Your favorite rapper might not like me, but his boo gon' jam my music (ah)\n[02:15.00] Blue checks, big influence, chain glow like Hallelujah (on the gang)\n[02:17.97] I see you barkin' at me for attention, I'll never throw the bone to ya (ayy)\n[02:21.04] A-ass on Texas, niggas wanna hold it (mwah-baow), player face card, bitch, you know I ain't foldin' (baow-baow)\n[02:24.97] Baddie, make a ho mad like Rollie (yeah-yeah), diamonds get tested, we see who the coldest\n[02:28.07] These bitches tryna be funny, they jokin', everything Megan put out, I own it\n[02:31.21] I don't care who you think hotter than me, ain't a bitch stepped, I ain't smokin'\n[02:33.40] He-he-he was in my DMs beggin', now he in my mentions hatin' (in my mentions hatin')\n[02:36.94] That's exactly why you bitch-ass niggas get no conversation (shh)\n[02:40.12] Throwin' salt gon' kill a snail, but won't do nothin' to a player (yeah-yeah, do nothin' to a player)\n[02:43.08] All it did was make more niggas throw the coin to me like a wishin' well (ah)\n[02:45.82] I don't sing R&B, but, bitch, I'm really her, fuck wrong with niggas?\n[02:49.24] How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only nigga (the fuck?)\n[02:52.74] I get loud ju' like my weed, I don't watch my tone with niggas\n[02:55.54] I hang up the phone on niggas (click), you ain't my daddy, bitch, I'm big mama (bitch)\n[02:58.99] Every time y'all book me with 'em hoes, it's gon' be big drama (grrah)\n[03:02.10] 20 black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (skrrt)\n[03:05.50] I ju' want a one-on-one, don't know why she so nervous (bah)\n[03:08.36] Fuck what these hoes sayin' 'cause my nigga say I'm perfect (tuh)\n[03:12.07] He a bird to me, these bitches hot like third-degree, tuh\n[03:14.83] 20 black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service\n[03:17.74] Anyway (anyway) bitch, you a clown, and I'm allergic, come on\n[03:20.84] Fuck what these hoes sayin', 'cause my nigga say I'm perfect (tuh)\n[03:24.03] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Latto - Sunday Service [Remix] (Official Video)\n  artist: Latto\n  album: Latto Videos\n  duration_ms: 208000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Do you rap or do you tweet? 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Must be your only n- (The f-?)\n  start_ms: 169550\n  end_ms: 172430\n- text: I get loud just like my weed, I don't watch my tone with n-\n  start_ms: 172430\n  end_ms: 175820\n- text: I hang up the phone on n- (Click)\n  start_ms: 175820\n  end_ms: 177280\n- text: You ain't my daddy, b-, I'm big mama (B-)\n  start_ms: 177280\n  end_ms: 179180\n- text: Every time y'all book me with them h-, it's gon' be big drama (Grruh)\n  start_ms: 179180\n  end_ms: 182340\n- text: Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (Skrrt)\n  start_ms: 182340\n  end_ms: 185460\n- text: I just want a one-on-one, don't know why she so nervous (Bah)\n  start_ms: 185460\n  end_ms: 188560\n- text: F- what these h- sayin' 'cause my n- say I'm perfect (Tuh)\n  start_ms: 188560\n  end_ms: 192240\n- text: He a bird to me, these b- hot like third-degree\n  start_ms: 192240\n  end_ms: 194510\n- text: Tuh\n  start_ms: 194510\n  end_ms: 194860\n- text: Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service\n  start_ms: 194860\n  end_ms: 197910\n- text: Anyway (Anyway)\n  start_ms: 197910\n  end_ms: 199370\n- text: B-, you a clown and I'm allergic\n  start_ms: 199370\n  end_ms: 200540\n- text: Come on\n  start_ms: 200540\n  end_ms: 201380\n- text: F- what these h- sayin', 'cause my n- say I'm perfect (Tuh)\n  start_ms: 201380\n  end_ms: 204810\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 204810\nplain: |-\n  Do you rap or do you tweet? 'Cause I can't tell, get in the booth\n  (Go Grizz, go Grizz, go Grizz, go-)\n  (Pooh, you a fool for this one)\n  (Bankroll got It)\n\n  I don't sing R&B, but, b-, I'm really her, f- wrong with n-?\n  How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only n- (The f-?)\n  I get loud just like my weed, I don't watch my tone with n-\n  I hang up the phone on n- (Click)\n  You ain't my daddy, b-, I'm big mama (B-)\n  Every time y'all book me with them h-, it's gon' be big drama (Grruh)\n  Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (Skrrt)\n  I just want a one-on-one, don't know why she so nervous (Bah)\n  F- what these h- sayin' 'cause my n- say I'm perfect, anyway (Flo Milli s-)\n\n  Since a jit, thought I was grown (Haha), I ain't never watched my tone (Never)\n  I would cry over these n-, but a b- never alone (Aw)\n  Wanna fight me 'bout some d- 'cause you checkin' n- phones (Huh?)\n  I hope that ain't your only n-, he ain't never comin' home (Damn)\n  Ho, I'll take over your city (City), b-, you p-, you a kitty (Kitty)\n  We pull up like Sunday Service, beat a b- and show no pity (Haha)\n\n  I don't sing R&B, but when I ride that d-, we playin' Jodeci (Ooh)\n  A lotta a-, but I'm petite, lil' chocolate, I'm his favorite treat (Favorite treat)\n  And my Haitian say I'm perfect, try me, he gon' curse you\n  She be tough online, but sweet in person, where the other version? (B-)\n  K- h-, they ridin' off in hearses (Bye)\n  Why the f- you let me meet your n- if you know he thirsty? Stupid b-\n\n  I don't sing R&B, but, b-, I'm really her, f- wrong with n-?\n  How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only n- (The f-?)\n  I get loud just like my weed, I don't watch my tone with n-\n  I hang up the phone on n- (Click)\n  You ain't my daddy, b-, I'm big mama (B-)\n  Every time y'all book me with them h-, it's gon' be big drama (Grruh)\n  Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (Skrrt)\n  I just want a one-on-one, don't know why she so nervous (Bah)\n  F- what these h- sayin' 'cause my n- say I'm perfect, anyway\n\n  Hmm, y'all know who the f- it is\n  The most loved, the most hated\n  The highest anticipated huhuh\n  The one your n- wish he dated, hahaha\n  Real hot girl s-, ayy\n\n  B- must be tryna save the planet, recyclin' all my old n- (Recyclin' all my old n-)\n  Trends you think you settin', I had that s- on in my old pictures (Yeah)\n  I'm standin' on business (Yeah), he actin' up, then I'ma pivot (I'ma pivot)\n  What the f- I look like trippin' on one out of seven billion? (Hahaha)\n  I meet the goalpost when it's movin', they say I can't, then I do it (Yeah)\n  Your favorite rapper might not like me, but his boo gon' jam my music (Ah)\n  Blue checks, big influence, chain glow like Hallelujah (On the gang)\n  I see you barkin' at me for attention, I'll never throw the bone to ya (Ayy)\n\n  A- on Texas, n- wanna hold it (Mwah, baow)\n  Player face card, b-, you know I ain't foldin' (Baow, baow)\n  Baddie, make a h- mad like Rollie (Yeah, yeah)\n  Diamonds get tested, we see who the coldest\n  These b- tryna be funny, they joking\n  Everything Megan put out, I own it\n  I don't care who you think hotter than me\n  Ain't a b- stepped I ain't smokin'\n\n  He was in my DMs beggin', now he in my mentions hatin' (In my mentions hatin')\n  That's exactly why you b- a- n- get no conversation (Shh)\n  Throwin' salt gon' kill a snail, but won't do nothin' to a player (Yeah, yeah, do nothin' to a player)\n  All it did was make more n- throw the coin to me like a wishing well (Ah)\n\n  I don't sing R&B, but, b-, I'm really her, f- wrong with n-?\n  How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only n- (The f-?)\n  I get loud just like my weed, I don't watch my tone with n-\n  I hang up the phone on n- (Click)\n  You ain't my daddy, b-, I'm big mama (B-)\n  Every time y'all book me with them h-, it's gon' be big drama (Grruh)\n  Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (Skrrt)\n  I just want a one-on-one, don't know why she so nervous (Bah)\n  F- what these h- sayin' 'cause my n- say I'm perfect (Tuh)\n\n  He a bird to me, these b- hot like third-degree\n  Tuh\n  Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service\n  Anyway (Anyway)\n  B-, you a clown and I'm allergic\n  Come on\n  F- what these h- sayin', 'cause my n- say I'm perfect (Tuh)\n"}]