Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Candy

[Verse 1: Chance the
She could say in her voice, in her way that she me
With her eyes, with her smile, with her belt, with her hands, her money
I am the thesis of her
Her nieces and her nephews are just of the layers
Only ones she as much as me is Jesus Christ and Taylor
I got a future so I'm for my grandma
You singing too, but your grandma ain't my
Mine's is hand made, pan fried, sun
Southside, and beat the by a landslide
Praying with her hands tied, of my fan club
Stand tall, something told me I bring my butt to church

[Hook: Jamila (2x)]
You move it slowly
and eat my body like it's holy
I've been waiting for you for the whole
I've praying for you, you're my sunday candy

Jamila Woods]
Come on in this house, cause it's gonna
Rain down tired, gonna rain
You better come on in this house, cause gonna rain
down tired, it's gonna rain

[Verse 2: the Rapper]
I come to church for the candy, peppermints is the truth
I'm on Monday if I had tweaked and missed you
You look so good with hat on, had to match with the shoes
Came and in the satin, I came and sat in your pew
I come to Christmas for dinner, rolls on my plate
Hella holes in my holding your pockets in place
I like my love a budget, I like my hugs with a scent
You smell like, light, gas, water, rent
You sound why the gospel choir got so tired
And his praise is basis so I gotta try it
You're my dreamcatcher, team, team captain
Matter fact, I ain't you in a minute, lemme take my butt to church
(5x)