“Sunday Service” was announced by Latto via social media. With Latto standing in the center of the collage with a horizontal black line across her eyes, the cover art described a collage of various female rappers with their eyes covered by black lines.
She was born on December 22, 1998, in Columbus, Ohio, to Misti Pitts and Shayne Stephens, and was raised in Columbus, Ohio.
She completed her high school education at Lovejoy High School in Clayton County, Georgia.
In her view, Clayton County was responsible for giving her a street credential, which she credits to the county.
In her mother’s family, there is no white skin, but her biological father is African American. In school, Stephens was bullied because of her light skin.
She later adopted the stage name Miss Mulatto when she started her rapping career. This was in honor of the racial category “mulatto” which means light skin.
She decided at the age of ten to become a rapper and began writing rap songs. Before becoming a musician, Stephens also participated in drag racing.
SUNDAY SERVICE LYRICS – LATTO
[Intro]
Go Grizz
Pooh, you a fool for this one
B B Bankroll Got It
[Chorus]
I don’t sing R&B but, bitch, I’m really her, fuck wrong with niggas?
How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only nigga (The fuck?)
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, bitch, I’m big mama (Bitch)
Every time y’all book me with them hoes, 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 (Boop)
Fuck what these hoes sayin’ ’cause my nigga say I’m perfect (Tuh)
[Verse 1]
Anyway, body count so low, I might say I’m a virgin (Ooh)
Any day, I could switch my car just like I switch my purses (Skrrt)
Andale, quick to cut him off if he don’t serve no purpose
You a clown and I’m allergic, niggas straight up out the circus (Haha)
It’s the nerve for me, these niggas burnt, they third degree
He callin’ tryin’ to work it out, I’d rather make him work for me (The fuck?)
He can’t tell if it’s authentic or it’s surgery, please, Lil Nas X the only nigga curvin’ me
[Chorus]
I don’t sing R&B but, bitch, I’m really her, fuck wrong with niggas?
How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only nigga (The fuck?)
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, bitch, I’m big mama (Bitch)
Every time y’all book me with them hoes, 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 (Boop, ha)
Fuck what these hoes sayin’ ’cause my nigga say I’m perfect (Tuh)
[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 bitches 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, bitch (Bitch)
Stop all that motherfuckin’ yellin’, ho (Yellin’, ho, why?)
‘Cause I ain’t buyin’ what you’re sellin’, ho (Sellin’, ho)
Think I’m the shit? Bitch, I know it, ho
Jesus walked on water, I got ice boilin’ though (Aha)
Miss me with that sucker shit, I’m not your baby mama
Blocked his ass on everything, he in my DM’s writin’ albums (Brr)
Better hold your nigga 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, bitch, I’m really her, fuck wrong with niggas?
How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only nigga (The fuck?)
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, bitch, I’m big mama (Bitch)
Every time y’all book me with them hoes, 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 (Boop)
Fuck what these hoes sayin’ ’cause my nigga say I’m perfect (Tuh)
[Outro]
Tuh
Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service
Anyway (Anyway)
Come on
Fuck what these hoes sayin’ ’cause my nigga say I’m perfect
Tuh
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