Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Candy

[Verse 1: Chance the
She say in her voice, in her way that she love me
her eyes, with her smile, with her belt, with her hands, with her money
I am the of her prayers
Her nieces and her nephews are pieces of the layers
Only ones she love as much as me is Jesus and Taylor
I got a so I'm singing for my grandma
You singing too, but your grandma my grandma
is hand made, pan fried, sun dried
Southside, and beat the devil by a
Praying with her hands tied, of my fan club
Stand tall, something told me I should my butt to church

Jamila Woods (2x)]
You gotta it slowly
Take and eat my body like it's
been waiting for you for the whole week
I've praying for you, you're my sunday candy

[Bridge: Jamila
Come on in this house, cause it's rain
Rain tired, it's gonna rain
You better come on in this house, it's gonna rain
Rain down tired, it's gonna

[Verse 2: Chance the
I come to church for the candy, your is the truth
I'm pessimistic on Monday if I had and missed you
You look so good with hat on, had to match with the shoes
Came and dressed in the satin, I came and sat in pew
I come to Christmas for dinner, fifty rolls on my
Hella in my stocking holding your pockets in place
I like my love with a budget, I like my with a scent
You like, light, gas, water, electricity rent
You sound like why the gospel choir got so
And his praise is daily basis so I try it
my dreamcatcher, dream team, team captain
Matter fact, I ain't seen you in a minute, take my butt to church
(5x)