Remember lyrics - Miss Mulatto
[Friend:] Latto!
[Miss Mulatto:] Yeah, what's up?
[Friend:] Think it's time to let them know!
[Miss Mulatto:] Aight, cool!
Mm okay, hey man, say man, what's going on witchu?
Stay down for the come up
Been a long time, lot of work: blood, sweat, and tears, to get to where I'm at right now
I remember when they said I wouldn't be nothing
Boy were they wrong
Haha, yeah!
I remember, I remember
I remember
Latto let 'em know
I remember when they said I wouldn't be nothing
Now I'm sitting at the top and I don't see you
Now I'm laid back, chilling with my feet up
Still remember when you said I wouldn't be nothing
I remember, I remember
Yeah
I remember, I remember
Yeah
I remember, I remember
Oh yes I do
I remember, I remember
Oh yes I do
I ain't really have a childhood
Doing this had to grow up fast
Lil' girl with a grown up bag
Get the TV, and when up from that
I thank my dad
Huh, lotta cash, gotta pray
I'm too real for this kid to fake away
Block the devil, lead the way
I turned down the deal, the very next day
Huh, it all happened for a reason
And revenge don't really make you even
This industry will turn you cold, you gotta be prepared for all seasons
Huh, Clayco raised me first point south
Went to Kemp, then Rex Middle, then Love Joy, you can pull up on me at the BP, nah for real
I remember when they said I wouldn't be nothing
Now I'm sitting at the top and I don't see you
Now I'm laid back, chilling with my feet up
Still remember when you said I wouldn't be nothing
I remember, I remember
Yeah
I remember, I remember
Yeah
I remember, I remember
Oh yes I do
I remember, I remember
Oh yes I do
Momma told me, just stay down
Now I'm like look momma look
Didn't let the fame get in to my head, I kept my head in them books
It's been a whole four years
Since my brother got took
But I can't let 'em see me sweat
Gotta hold it down for lil' Brooke
Huh, now I'm way way up
But I'm still ten toes down
I bumped my head a couple times, had to learn to watch the company I keep around
Daddy told me not to mess with no clowns
Got my heart broken but look at me now
They took my sister, I had to spazz out
Came along way from that promise to now
I remember when they said I wouldn't be nothing
Now I'm sitting at the top and I don't see you
Now I'm laid back, chilling with my feet up
Still remember when you said I wouldn't be nothing
I remember, I remember
Yeah
I remember, I remember
Yeah
I remember, I remember
Oh yes I do
I remember, I remember
Oh yes I do
Latto let 'em know!
Latto let 'em know!
Couch lyrics - Miss Mulatto
Brrt
Money calls
Haha
Latto let 'em know
How you getting money?
All you do is sit on that couch
How you getting money?
Too busy running your mouth
You ain't seen no cash
You ain't chasing no bag
You ain't pulling up in no foreign
You ain't never did no that
Folks ain't built like me
Folks ain't got it like that
Folks ain't built like me
Folks ain't got it like that
Folks ain't built like me
Folks ain't got it like that
Folks ain't built like me
Folks ain't got it like that
Folks ain't got it like me
Ain't p-p-poppin' like me
Hah, please
Still doing shows for free
Tryna keep up with me
Shoulder lean
Diamonds dancing running circles round her like a rolling rink
Hah, please
They sweating me cause I'm shining I'm feeling like, oh she's misses clean, I be clean
Pockets savage through my lean
I do me, get like me
Like the bus on many streets
Getting money while you snoring
Said he left you cause you boring
I'm seventy five you know just where I'm going
Skrrt, Skrrt, foreign
How you getting money?
All you do is sit on that couch
How you getting money?
Too busy running your mouth
You ain't seen no cash
You ain't chasing no bag
You ain't pulling up in no foreign
You ain't never did no that
Folks ain't built like me
Folks ain't got it like that
Folks ain't built like me
Folks ain't got it like that
Folks ain't built like me
Folks ain't got it like that
Folks ain't built like me
Folks ain't got it like that
You ain't got paper
Who you talking to when you say you got haters?
Ain't got nothing
Can't make one
Ain't talking money, I might have to hit you later
I got the sauce, it cost to be a boss
All I do is win, I can't take a loss
You can tell I got money by the way I walk
Heard he a player, I don't care I'm a dog
Big roof, huh, coupe ain't got a roof
So I stacked the money to the roof
Hot headed better play it cool
They like "Latto, Latto, what is the move?"
You got the chain you got to much to lose
So much water on me, don't need a pool
I just might dive straight into these jewels
Water, water, water, water
How you getting money?
All you do is sit on that couch
How you getting money?
Too busy running your mouth
You ain't seen no cash
You ain't chasing no bag
You ain't pulling up in no foreign
You ain't never did no that
Folks ain't built like me
Folks ain't got it like that
Folks ain't built like me
Folks ain't got it like that
Folks ain't built like me
Folks ain't got it like that
Folks ain't built like me
Folks ain't got it like that
Real Princess lyrics - Miss Mulatto
Latto let em know!
South side!
Yeah
Huh
Latto let 'em know, they sleeping on me
Coffee mug, I'ma wake 'em up, I keep 'em with me
Hittas, I'm never lonely
Something like a bad dream, I'm who they don't wanna see
Huh, Helen Keller to the competition
Get you out your seat, like an intermission
I'm what the rap game been missing
Lost dog, get you gone, that's a phone call
I don't play with kids, get a leap frog
Let me take it back, like a recall
Uh, huh
Momma said knock you out
Collect my bread, then I'm out
I'm from the dirty, dirty south
Filthy rich, my account
Huh, giving 'em problems
So far they sweating the kid like a sauna
Half of you rappers should pay me to be your writer, why?
I'll get you out of that Honda
Benihana, I came up from McDonald's
My head in the zeros like it was a comma
Competition go poof, like Cosmo and Wanda
Got it on they waist, I ain't talking prima donna
I'm protected
I ain't lucky, this a blessing
Driving em' crazy, they don't wanna test me
Get it?
I'm the gingerbread man, they can't catch me
Took off, moved on, pipe down
They don't even book y'all
Huh, don't nobody wanna see a loser (why?)
That is a rip off!
Hah, cocky I'm branded
Check out my pockets cause they got me sagging
Beating the odds and I'm making it happen
Ain't talking bout luggage when I say they packing
I am the bomb like Osama
I don't care bout you, no I ain't Obama
Surrounded by water like I'm the Bahamas
Huh, check out my pinky, I promise
Hah, and you know I'm with it
And I still don't tuck my chain when I'm in a different city
If you ever looking for me, it ain't hard to come and get me
All them diamonds that you rapping bout, I ain't seeing any
How you beefing with me and I still ain't been touched?
Ferragamo on my belt only time I'ma cuff
And I'm finna go up, ten bands ain't enough
Moving for the money like a flight on Delta
Uh, I'm feeling like Fabo I bet they can't do it like me
I'm feeling like I should be the queen ain't talking Lightning
I can't fall in love with them if that visa ain't swiping
Selling out shows in your city that's why she don't like me
Like, I can never go outside no
Is you big or little mad dog?
If you let me call myself the princess in your city then you really going out bad bro!
Folks ain't built like me, south side princess come and see about me
That little girl can't watch it, if it ain't PG
And I been had a chain, before I was on the TV
Handing out L's I should work out Louis Vuitton
They ain't doing nothing, Mulatto haven't done
Like the runner up, cause Mulatto ain't the one
Feeling like trump, they just mad that I won
Huh, but I'm with her
My flow so nasty like it's a pervert
I'm bout that action like I was a verb
I shoot videos with out calling herds
Nah fr, don't need a deal
Don't need no silicone I keep it real
Running em' out like I'm a fire drill
Giuseppe's stepping, I came dressed to kill
Give her the boot like that lil' girl from Nola
I'm at they neck like a choker
I got 'em shook like a soda
I told her to drop her dot like she poker
Bring It Over Here lyrics - Miss Mulatto
[K.P. & Envyi:]
I'll hold you tight, all through the night
Anything that you want, I'll keep it crump
Boy your gonna see, How good it can be
Just come to me, I'll...
[Miss Mulatto:]
Uh, shawty swing my way, you heard right
We was meant to be, like Mike and Ike
Bout to go in, like they turned on the street lights
Now we falling off, like when you first learned how to ride a bike
Now don't you cap like you forgot
I was the best blessing you got
Even your mama new that
And I know that, you want me back
It added up till we subtracted each other
Now I'm like what happened?
Things happen
Bring it over here
Bring it over here
Bring it over here
Bring it over here
Bring it over here
Bring it over here
Bring it over here
Bring it over here
Sitting back thinking got me reminiscing
You payed for everything, but never paid attention
Too just what I was missing we had different visions
The key in the ignition bout to start it where we ended
Guess I was tardy to the party
You pulled up on lil shawty, so I had to pull up on lil' shawty
I mean like, if you really loved me
Why you doing all of this to me?
I know what we could be, over here is where you should be
[K.P. & Envyi:]
I'll hold you tight, all through the night
Anything that you want, I'll keep it crump
Boy your gonna see, How good it can be
Just come to me, I'll...
[Miss Mulatto:]
Bring it over here
Bring it over here
Bring it over here
Bring it over here
Bring it over here
Bring it over here
Bring it over here
Bring it over here
I know you thinking bout me and from time to time
I still cross your mind I hope you see the signs
If you ain't see me in your future than you must be blind
You must've lost your mind, well I'ma help you find - it
Hah, bring it over here bae
I ain't Michelle Obama but I am your First Lady
No steering wheel but you sure do be driving me crazy
What I got with you they hate it, let's let 'em hate bae
Bring it over here
Bring it over here
Bring it over here
Bring it over here
Bring it over here
Bring it over here
Bring it over here
Bring it over here
[K.P. & Envyi:]
I'll hold you tight, all through the night
Anything that you want, I'll keep it crump
Boy your gonna see, How good it can be
Just come to me, I'll...
Running lyrics - Miss Mulatto (feat. Molly Brazy)
[Miss Mulatto &a Molly Brazy:]
Yeah, Yeah
South side
Molly, what's happening?
Latto let 'em know
Brazy, yeah, what up Latto?
We in this bitch, yeah, turn up
Thumbing through the money, yeah!
Running to the money yeah we running to them bands yeah
Thumbing through the money, yeah we thumbing through the bands yeah
Running to the money yeah we running to them bands yeah
Thumbing through the money, yeah we thumbing through the bands yeah
Thumbing through the money yeah we thumbing through them bands yeah
Thumbing through the money yeah we thumbing through them racks yeah
Thumbing through the money, I'm in love with blue hundreds
Thumbing through the money, woo!
Thumbing through the money, yeah
[Molly Brazy:]
I done thumbed through to much money I can't feel my fucking hands
Running up a check, Ben Franklin that's my fucking mans
Racks busting, rubber them blue strips, popping rubber bands
And I'm all about that money, I don't need no fucking friends
I need that fucking money, give a fuck bout what you say
Every time I get a check, I gotta get my fucking way
It ain't a lot of money if it finger fucks our plans
Get that bitch, and if I see it she gets hit
You ain't really touching chicken you a credit card scam
Please stop boosting lil' nigga God damn
Hoes leaving blues
Making million dollar scams
And I'ma talk my shit, just because I fucking can
Collecting my money and leave
Ain't no fear in me, you bleed how I bleed
You know what I mean, fuck with the team
My ears, and my neck, and my wrist is on freeze
Don't check for me, unless you got a check for me
Can't let a broke bitch stand next to me
You know I'm Molly B, I got the recipe
Better be talking about the money if you texting me
[Miss Mulatto & Molly Brazy:]
Running to the money yeah we running to them bands yeah
Thumbing through the money, yeah we thumbing through the bands yeah
Running to the money yeah we running to them bands yeah
Thumbing through the money, yeah we thumbing through the bands yeah
Thumbing through the money yeah we thumbing through them bands yeah
Thumbing through the money yeah we thumbing through them racks yeah
Thumbing through the money, I'm in love with blue hundreds
Thumbing through the money, woo!
Thumbing through the money, yeah
[Miss Mulatto:]
Thumbing through the money, love them blue hundreds
Bank roles busting rubber bands
They know I'm the youngest in charge, lil' girl, but I really am the man
Hah, better come get your man, money ain't the only thing that I'm baggin'
Never catch lil' Latto lacking, bunch of Tyler Perry's how these rappers acting
Aye, from the A to the D
Just landed had to call Molly
Uh, I don't even need a purse
I got pockets, call me Polly
Aye, poppin' like a lolly
Hundreds older than Dolly Parton
Already ending careers, and I'm just getting started
Woah, don't do it to 'em they ain't ready yet
You can cut the chase if you ain't cutting the check
Competition I ain't seen none yet
Name a dude that I can't get
Ain't a check that I can't flip
I should get a tongue put it on a chain
Why?
I'm a walking lick!
[Miss Mulatto & Molly Brazy:]
Running to the money yeah we running to them bands yeah
Thumbing through the money, yeah we thumbing through the bands yeah
Running to the money yeah we running to them bands yeah
Thumbing through the money, yeah we thumbing through the bands yeah
Thumbing through the money yeah we thumbing through them bands yeah
Thumbing through the money yeah we thumbing through them racks yeah
Thumbing through the money, I'm in love with blue hundreds
Thumbing through the money, woo!
Thumbing through the money, yeah, yeah!
Moved On lyrics - Miss Mulatto (feat. Lil' Key)
[Lil' Key:]
You had lied in the past, but I had to move on
She was tellin' me to wait, she was taking too long
You can leave me alone (alone), don't hit my phone
Now you mad that I'm gone, now you mad that I'm gone
Moved, I done bossed up
Moved on, run that check up
Moved on, I done bossed up
Moved on, run that check up
[Lil' Key & Miss Mulatto:]
I done moved on, yeah, I done moved on, yeah
I done moved on, yeah, I done moved on, yeah
[Lil' Key:]
I thought we was gonna work out, but we didn't
Now you calling saying you miss me
Moving out with no U-Haul, I'ma show you how a player ball
24/7 you stayed on my mind, gotta stay focused and stay on my grind
They taking no breaks, we don't do hand signs
Man, you overreacting just like an enzyme
I done moved on to the next
Ain't act right so you got left
I can see it clearly, didn't need specs
I was down to ride even when you vected
I had to curve on 'em, I had to swerve on 'em
I had to move on 'em, I had to splurge on 'em
Thank God 'cause God, you a blessing
You switched up, you was just a lesson
Got not choice, but to move on
Said you the one, but you proved wrong
Tell me really what's the deal?
I just want you keep it real
Gotta move on through thick and thin, I just want you to know I kept it real
Moved, I done bossed up
Moved on, run that check up
Moved on, I done bossed up
Moved on, run that check up
[Lil' Key & Miss Mulatto:]
I done moved on, yeah, I done moved on, yeah
I done moved on, yeah, I done moved on, yeah
[Miss Mulatto:]
Latto let 'em know
Had to hurdle, did you dirty, did me dirty
We just couldn't get along
Back and forth, hit the door
Where you going? You know you can't leave me alone
Me and you, nothing new
Lied to you and I said that I was gone
This time, I'm for real
What's the deal cause I'm moving on
I was there for you when you was flat broke
Used to scoop me in a hooptie
When ol' girl tried to hop down had to run her down with that two piece
This for my girl, bad and boogie
Bossed up, it's a new me
I ain't one of your groupies (nah)
Truly, Latto let 'em know
Had to let 'em know
Couldn't deal with my shows so that little boy had to go
Tried to play a player, but ain't have the game go
Thought you had me wrapped around your finger
You must didn't know, I had to
[Miss Mulatto:]
Moved, I done bossed up
Moved on, run that check up
Moved on, I done bossed up
Moved on, run that check up
[Lil' Key & Miss Mulatto:]
I done moved on, yeah, I done moved on, yeah
I done moved on, yeah, I done moved on, yeah
Minute lyrics - Miss Mulatto
It's been a minute
Since we kicked it
Everything was goin' good
Then you started acting different
Baby, I ain't gon trip
Just let me know
If you wanna leave, then you can go
Ohh it's been a minute
It's been a minute, baby
It's been a minute
It's been a minute baby
It's been a minute
It's been a minute
It's been a minute
It's been a minute baby
It's...
Yeah, it's been a minute
Promised myself that I wasn't gon trip
But look I'm tripping
God strike me down if I'm lyin'
Cause I really miss you
Walked out and said forget you
Truth is I cannot forget you
You ain't done is you?
Well me neither
But you got to stop messing 'round
With Tameka and Keisha
Bria and Tanisha
Lexus and Aiesha
If you can't do that
Then Ima have to slide like a visa
Ain't playing either
It's been a minute
Since we kicked it
Everything was goin' good
Then you started acting different
Baby, I ain't gon trip
Just let me know
If you wanna leave, then you can go
Ohh it's been a minute
It's been a minute, baby
It's been a minute
It's been a minute baby
It's been a minute
It's been a minute
It's been a minute
It's been a minute baby
It's...
You know I'ma hold you down
That ain't nothing new
Shawty old news
Don't act brand new
Shawty ran through
She ain't your type
Chief Kief
Them dem chicks you don't like
She just one night
I'm yo whole life
Why you do me wrong when you know right?
Who can do you better?
I can do you better
Supposed to be together
Supposed to be forever
Ohh it's been a minute
It's been a minute, baby
It's been a minute
It's been a minute baby
It's been a minute
It's been a minute
It's been a minute
It's been a minute baby
Ohh it's been a minute
It's been a minute, baby
It's been a minute
It's been a minute baby
It's been a minute
It's been a minute
It's been a minute
It's been a minute baby
It's...
Nobody lyrics - Miss Mulatto
Uh
Latto let 'em know
You be all up in and out the lime light
Baby hit my line when you mine right?
We can wait it out till the time right
Tell me what that sound like
You got everything God like
On sight, I'll blow the world by my baby don't try
Don't cry, what he tell me every time he lie, like chance number five still can't do right, nah
It's gon' kill you if I leave, got you begging at your knees
"Baby please, baby please, baby please!"
Really got me bent, what you think this is
Truth is, you know I ain't gon' leave
And you ain't going nowhere, really, really stuck with me
Got me tripping like what's up with me, you introduce me to real now I'm in too deep
Oh no, you switched on with me, I just switch up my flow
I asked you about it but I already know
I already knew, cause this ain't nothing new
Ain't nothing change since your chance number two
You outta your mind, thinking you gon' leave me behind
I was your ride or die, and I still am even with a flat tire
Baby we in this together, we gon' make it last forever
Can't nobody do you better, can't nobody do you better
Who better for you then me?
Who better for you then me?
Who better for you then me?
Ain't nobody for you but me
You must like it when we ain't on good terms, don't you?
You do anything to make this not work, won't you?
Huh, said you don't but you really do
I was feeling you then I fell for it
With my last man I took an L for it
In the past, I got hurt, so I don't really care for it
No more, that's how the game go
You say you would be there for me, but you ain't show, you's a no show
Gave you all my time when I had no shows
If you jump, then I jump, at your say so
Huh, look at me tripping, making sure you ain't looking at me different
If you with it then I'm down, pay attention
I can't let you go, cause your everything I've been missing, like
Baby we in this together, we gon' make it last forever
Can't nobody do you better, can't nobody do you better
Who better for you then me? (Nobody)
Who better for you then me?
(Nobody)
Who better for you then me?
(Nobody)
Ain't nobody for you but me
Nobody, nobody
Baby we in this together, we gon' make it last forever
Can't nobody do you better, can't nobody do you better
Who better for you then me? (Nobody)
Who better for you then me?
(Nobody)
Who better for you then me?
(Nobody)
Ain't nobody for you but me
Feelings lyrics - Miss Mulatto (feat. Bandit Gang Marco)
[Bandit Gang Marco:]
I been in my feelings
Na, na, na
I been in my feelings
Na, na, na
I been in my feelings
Na, na, na
You get mad and don't talk to me baby
That shit be driving me crazy
That's that lil shit I can't stand
Bruh if I do that to you
You won't take it
If I do that to you
Do that to you
If I do that yo you
You gon' hate me
If I do that to you
You gon' hate me, oh
Been in my feelings for awhile
Long time since you done smiled
Ohh girl its been awhile
Ohh I'm just getting you at the house
Baby I'm industry gettin it
No I'm not industry trickin, aww yeah
Girl you got me in my feelings
I should be tryna get benjis, aww yeah
Truthfully just got one question
Are you riding with me?
Things that I did for you
Things that weren't seen
Do you think this is frustrating?
If you can't talk to me
Baby we grown
Fuck that shit, then never mind it
And you clearly, not seeing
What I'm seeing, cause you playing
Baby, you got me fucked up
I been in my feelings
Na, na, na
I been in my feelings
Na, na, na
I been in my feelings
Na, na, na
I been in my feelings
Na, na, na
You get mad and don't talk to me baby
That shit be driving me crazy
That's that lil shit I can't stand
Bruh if I do that to you
You won't take it
If I do that to you
Do that to you
If I do that yo you
You gon' hate me
If I do that to you
You gon' hate me, oh
[Miss Mulatto:]
If I did half of the stuff
That you do to me
Baby please, you couldn't even take it, naw
All of these girls wish
That they had my place
You gone mess around
And let em take it
You got me bent (bent)
Blowing up my phone
Like I did something wrong (tuh)
See that's yo problem
You never gone get it
Til I finally leave you alone
Truth is, acting like you single
Yo wish can be granted
You gone be looking so stupid
When he take whta you could've
Had like a bandit
[Bandit Gang Marco:]
I been in my feelings
Na, na, na
I been in my feelings
Na, na, na
I been in my feelings
Na, na, na
I been in my feelings
Na, na, na
You get mad and don't talk to me baby
That shit be driving me crazy
That's that lil shit I can't stand
Bruh if I do that to you
You won't take it
If I do that to you
Do that to you
If I do that yo you
You gon' hate me
If I do that to you
You gon' hate me, oh
Hate You lyrics - Miss Mulatto
Baby, You know
Yes we have our ups and downs bae
But you'll be coming back around bae
Baby, You know
Yes we have our ups and downs bae
But you'll be coming back around bae
You know you
Can't live without me
I leave again
Then fall right back in love
I love you too
I love you too
I love you too
I swear I do
But I hate you more
I hate you more
I hate you more
I hate you more
I love you too
I love you too
I love you too
I swear I do
I love you
But then again
I hate you
It's like the back and forth
It be killing me
Know that you hate the fact
That you can't get rid of me
You can't let me go go go
You can't let me go go
Boy you know I got you stuck
Give you my all
And it still ain't enough
We had plans of running it up
What happened to us?
You gotta make up your mind bae
Hurry up you wasting time bae
I need you
Without you there's no me
Begging for me
I can't let you leave
I love you too
I love you too
I love you too
I swear I do
But I hate you more
I hate you more
I hate you more
I hate you more
I love you too
I love you too
I love you too
I swear I do
I love you
But then again
I hate you
Uh I give your space and let you have your time
So you can clear your mind
But in spite we don't get along every time you come around
Baby tell me right now
Who gon hold you down?
Tired of hearing lies
Gimme one more try
You gotta bounce bae
Got my mind gon
I can't think right
Why you do me wrong?
Boy you ain't right
Chance after chance with the same guy
I can't lie
Still want you by my side
Yes we have our ups and downs bae
But you'll be coming back around bae
You know you
Can't live without me
I leave again
Then fall right back in love
I love you too
I love you too
I love you too
I swear I do
But I hate you more
I hate you more
I hate you more
I hate you more
I love you too
I love you too
I love you too
I swear I do
I love you
But then again
I hate you
I love you too
I love you too
I love you too
I swear I do
I love you
But then again
I hate you
I love you too
I love you too
I love you too
I swear I do
I love you
But then again
I hate you
Hold It Down lyrics - Miss Mulatto
Imma hold it down
Who gone stick around?
Y'all fake now
Ain't got time for the fake, fakes
I'm grown up now
Ion play games
Things change, better pipe pipe
Ain't got time for the fake, fake
Cause I'm grown up now
Ion play games
Things change, better pipe pipe down
One go for it then
They go for it now
Tell em move around
They all switched up
Ion miss ya
Imma hold it down
Imma hold it down
Who gone stick around?
Who gone stick around?
Imma hold it down
Imma hold it down
Who gone stick around?
Who gone stick around?
Imma hold it down
Ain't nobody gonna be there for you
Let me tell you now, that they switching sides
Flat tire, who still gonna ride?
If I call you baby, down to ride
Said he been toting the nine since 9
All in the streets but ain't ready to die
Ain't talkin money you wastin my time
These folk too lazy to make em a dime
Tell me who gone be there when you down bad
They a lend you some cash, you ain't got to give it back
Smile in yo face, stab you in yo back
Keep it a hunnid, no keep it a stack
Ain't nobody real, and that is a fact
I got a plastic bag, and they faker than that
Switching up on me, that's what I expect
And they all want my place, so I cannot
Slack
How many people gone do the dirt with you?
How many people really out to get you?
How many people you can show the stash and you know that they ain't gone hit you?
How-How many people there when you down bad?
How many people gonna have yo back?
How many people you hand them the knife, ain't gotta worry bout getting stabbed?
Ain't got time for the fake, fake
Cause I'm grown up now
Ion play games
Things change, better pipe pipe down
One go for it then
They go for it now
Tell em move around
They all switched up
Ion miss ya
Imma hold it down
Imma hold it down
Who gone stick around?
Who gone stick around?
Imma hold it down
Imma hold it down
Who gone stick around?
Who gone stick around?
Imma hold it down
Caught in a situation, you can't count on no help
Cause they all be fakin
Actin all hard, but you catch then off guard
Just like a stripper, they gonna be shakin
All in the ground, they really be snakin
Right hand man be the main one hatin
I cannot eat without the team, the devil calling me, I told him "not today satan"
Blowing blessings like I said "achoo"
Killing fools over jimmy choos
Trynna fit in rockin fake jewels
Play it cool, just do you
I swear I can't put my trust in nobody
Half of em as fake as they come
All of these choices in life
You can be broke or rich
You a boss or a bum
How many people gone do the dirt with you?
How many people really out to get you?
How many people you can show the stash and you know that they ain't gone hit you?
How-How many people there when you down bad?
How many people gonna have yo back?
How many people you hand them the knife, ain't gotta worry bout getting stabbed?
Ain't got time for the fake, fake
Cause I'm grown up now
Ion play games
Things change, better pipe pipe down
One go for it then
They go for it now
Tell em move around
They all switched up
Ion miss ya
Imma hold it down
Imma hold it down
Who gone stick around?
Who gone stick around?
Imma hold it down
Who Is You lyrics - Latto
Who is you?
You's a dub
You ain't gang, gang, gang
Who is you?
If I don't know you
You's a lame, lame, lame
Who is you?
Betta stay off in yo lane, lane, lane
Who is you?
Don't nobody know yo name, name, name
Who is you?
[x4:]
I do not know you
I do not know you
I do not know you
I do not know you
(Who is you)
[Verse 1]
Tripping if you think you competition
You'll get buried with the rest of em
I know I'm the best of em all
No service, like a phone that can't call
You will get, you will get
You will get dropped
On the Southside, need a pass, no hall
You will get clapped
Like a round of applause
You got no stain, ain't talkin bout drawers
Flow is so sick, I ain't talkin about halls
All that I seek is facts
Whatever I do, they repeating that
I will Meek Mill you like back to back
Huh, now who disagree with that?
Huh, just what I thought
I do not care what you got
You can get a writer, a fighter, a flighter, Al Qaeda
But you still ain't taking my spot
Lil bitty bit
Now who want next on the hit list
Suicide if you diss this
I want 10 racks if I blow a kiss
Spitting bullets and I won't miss
Wipe a lil baby, no napkin
And I ain't sparing no kids
Especially if they rapping
[x4:]
I do not know you
I do not know you
I do not know you
I do not know you
(Who is you)
Who is you?
You's a dub
You ain't gang, gang, gang
Who is you?
If I don't know you
You's a lame, lame, lame
Who is you?
Betta stay off in yo lane, lane, lane
Who is you?
Don't nobody know yo name, name, name
Who is you?
Lil bitty bit
Now who want next on the hit list
Suicide if you diss this
I want 10 racks if I blow a kiss
Spitting bullets and I won't miss
Wipe a lil baby, no napkin
And I ain't sparing no kids
Especially if they rapping
Shawty, who is you?
I do not know nothing bout you
Flow so sick like ah-choo
I like Robin's and True's
You can't do what I do huh
You can't move how I move huh
Call up my bro's like I got a problem since I got you
They laughing at you
I'm laughing to the bank
I do what I do
I don't care what nobody think
When I'm steppin up on the stage
Deeper than the ocean, no frank
Princess of the Southside my rank
And it's Black Ops if you think it's a game
Hottest kid out
And you know that's a fact
Write my own checks
Like I write my own raps
Coming for me
Man you betta come strapped
Spitting these bullets
So you will get clapped
Put the bars to em, bet they get back
Breaking records, you can count it Kit Kat
Killing rappers three ti-ti times in a roq
Call it tic-tac-toe
[x4:]
I do not know you
I do not know you
I do not know you
I do not know you
(Who is you)
Who is you?
You's a dub
You ain't gang, gang, gang
Who is you?
If I don't know you
You's a lame, lame, lame
Who is you?
Betta stay off in yo lane, lane, lane
Who is you?
Don't nobody know yo name, name, name
Who is you?
[x4:]
I do not know you
I do not know you
I do not know you
I do not know you
(Who is you)
Who is you?
You's a dub
You ain't gang, gang, gang
Who is you?
If I don't know you
You's a lame, lame, lame
Who is you?
Betta stay off in yo lane, lane, lane
Who is you?
Don't nobody know yo name, name, name
Who is you?
All Gone lyrics - Latto
Once again I ain't talkin no more
So much cash it look like I count it slow mo
Young girl paper so old
Can't take no l on tv that's a no no
They say margiela when I took the flo flo
I kno some migos they go loco
Been poppin they still play my old songs
Runnin thru a check until its all gone
All gone puff (puff)
Spend some old hunneds on a new school
I'm into doing things you ain't used to
Latto well connected bluetooth
No polygraph they kno I'm the truth
I think outside the box that's why my car ain't got no roof (roof)
Big dogs only in this yard
I can teach ya but I have to charge
Lil girl but I does it large
Ice on me
This milkshake bring the boys to the yard
Black lives matter gotti said that's law
Black lives matter can't mess up my car
Once again I ain't talkin no more
So much cash it look like I count it in slow mo
Young girl paper so old
Can't take no l on tv that's a no no
They say margiela when I took the flo flo
I kno some migos they go loco
Been poppin they still play my old songs
Runnin thru a check until its all gone
I count it, keep it a hunned
Aye, young chick got old money
Aye, I just think its funny
Aye, yo grandfather want me
Aye, so so in my chain
Aye, money ain't a thang
Aye, catch me switching lanes
Aye, don't kno why they hate on me
Since I was a kid
Told me I couldn't and that's why I did it
You kno I'm with it
I tell em let's get it
Tell me yo name and I'm a forget it
Water water water aquafina
Diamond dancing on me ballerina
Look like a model, whilhemina beat the beat up
Turner tina like hey, call for a feature
Better be ready to pay to-day
I don't play still getting money on my off days
You see these rappers
They gunnin for me
Talking so compton but you from the bay
Talkin bout my spot, they gone take it away
My name jose cause it ain't no way
Once again I ain't talkin no more
So much cash it look like I count it in slow mo
Young girl paper so old
Can't take no l on tv that's a no no
They say margiela when I took the flo flo
I kno some migos they go loco
Been poppin they still play my old songs
Runnin thru a check until its all gone
On My Way lyrics - Latto
Ooh
I'm on my way
Latto let 'em know
Tell 'em, I'm on my way (way)
Mama, you ain't gotta wait (ain't gotta wait)
Been at it so long (woo)
Up all night, work all day (huh)
All I do is win (win)
Never catch me loosing (no)
Stick it out 'til the end ('til the end)
Not many can do it, huh (Not many can do it)
Mama, I'm on my way (way, way)
Tell 'em, I'm on my way (I'm on my way)
Let them haters hate (let them haters hate, yeah)
Tell 'em, I'm on my way (I'm on my way, I'm on my way)
Mama, I'm on my way
I'm on my way
You can't stop the kid, huh
They call me young Ali, the way I be making hits, huh
I'm well connected
I'm like a bridge
Like a pediatrician, I does it for the kids, huh
Don't play no games
Let's get down to business
If ye ain't tryna get cooked step out my kitchen, huh
Like I got kidnapped, I'm what they been missing
This for the children, huh, listen, pay attention
I got money on my mental
The pain run through my pencil
And I'm hungry for the top spot
No telling what you'll get into
If you come for me
I be everywhere comfortably
They watch what I do
They watching my moves
Constantly they watching me
Mama, I'm on my way (way)
Mama, you ain't gotta wait (ain't gotta wait)
Been at it so long (woo)
Up all night, work all day (huh)
All I do is win (win)
Never catch me loosing (no)
Stick it out 'til the end ('til the end)
Not many can do it, huh (Not many can do it)
Mama, I'm on my way (way, way)
Tell 'em, I'm on my way (I'm on my way)
Let them haters hate (let them haters hate, yeah)
Tell 'em, I'm on my way (I'm on my way, I'm on my way)
Mama, I'm on my way
I'm on my way, no GPS
CCPS, writing lyrics at my school desk
No IRS
I been taxing for these features latety'
Cause a, I put in blood, sweat and tears to make it
Now the life I live amazing, no grace
And a, if this was a race
I would be in first place
Cause I'm smoking 'em, cigar
This life gets crazy, bizarre
Try to play, you like a guitar
Mama; I'm on my way
So, yo house in the way and a
Daddy; I'm getting paid
Buy yo Bentley one day
To my; lil sister - Brook, huh
You can have the world
Just promise me you'll always stay that
Innocent little girl
Tell 'em; I'm on my way (way)
Mama; you ain't gotta wait (ain't gotta wait)
Been at it so long (woo)
Up all night, work all day (huh)
All I do is win (win)
Never catch me loosing (no)
Stick it out 'til the end ('til the end)
Not many can do it, huh (Not many can do it)
Mama; I'm on my way (way, way)
Tell 'em; I'm on my way (I'm on my way)
Let them haters hate (let them haters hate, yeah)
Tell 'em; I'm on my way (I'm on my way, I'm on my way)
Mama; I'm on my way (way)
Latto let 'em know
Broken Record Player lyrics - Latto
Sounding like a broken record player
Sounding like a broken record player
Sounding like a broken record player
Sounding like a broken record player
You tell me the same thang
We too old to play games
Things with us just ain't the same
Gotta split up ain't that a shame
Sounding like a broken record player
Sounding like a broken record player
You keep doing the same thang
So we gone do this one mo gin
Why she texting you this late?
If she was really just yo friend
Every time we break up
It's like we miss the arguments
Get right back together
Just to get back to the arguing
Now I'm listening to a
Broken record player
All my girls told me bout you
You said they was haters
But they was right, and you was wrong
(you was wrong)
Now I'm listening to a
Broken record song
You tell me the same thang
Over and over
Yea ain't nothing but a bad habit
Like a smoker
Sick of all these ups & downs
Like a roller coaster
But now I'm finna dip
Like a Range Rover
Sounding like a broken record player
Sounding like a broken record player
Sounding like a broken record player
Sounding like a broken record player
You tell me the same thang
We too old to play games
Things with us just ain't the same
Gotta split up ain't that a shame
Sounding like a broken record player
Sounding like a broken record player
You say I love you bae, I need you
Then you walk right out again
You my boy, but you know
That these childish games gots to end
Or that's the end
Wish we could be like how we begin
I been about you, still about you
Still your number one fan
Every time you leave
I welcome you back
With open arms that's a fact
Cause after all you got my back
And I ain't scared to say that
We click like a snapback
my best friend no snapchat
It's thing's you can't take back
Like all the hurtful stuff you said
Is still running through my head
Sometime I cry myself to bed
I can forgive but don't forget
It's like I wish we never met
Decisions I really regret
I gave my heart away instead
Just to listen to yo mess
Sounding like a broken record player
Sounding like a broken record player
Sounding like a broken record player
Sounding like a broken record player
You tell me the same thang
We too old to play games
Things with us just ain't the same
Gotta split up ain't that a shame
Sounding like a broken record player
Sounding like a broken record player
Outkast lyrics - Latto
MasterChef
Ugh, is this Miss Mulatto?
Miss Mulatto, hey, I'm the agent from the other day
Hey, I can hook you up with so much staff
I just need you to come in and I can make you famous
You wouldn't believe what I been through
And I'm only 16
I'm a nice kid
But this industry mean
Now that I'm on big screens, they beggin like a crack fiend
I'm sick of them asking, how they can get on my team
When all I did was work for it and you except to jump on
Think you in the studio one day and get a hit song
Well, you got this all wrong
I'm like turn the lights on
It's hard to see who real out here when they know you gone be something
What if you had a dream
And they crushed it, they told me to my face
I wouldn't never be nothing
And I'm talking adults
Hating on the kid
I'm just writing and performing, recording what I was blessed with
I had a coule fake friends that I mistaked as real
They say I'm stuck up, they chasing me and I'm chasing a deal
No wonder why my heart cold, it's froze like Mayfield
All you see is glitz and glamor , you don't know how I fell, for real
Ohh, uh-uh, girl, did you see her?
Like, I don't know why she doing all that, she really think she all that, but she really not nobody
Not nobody round here, she, she don't look better than me
Umm, my boyfriend can't see her, girl, uh-uh
Been doing this for 5 years
And I can't even quit if I wanted to
And y'all got the nerve to tell me
That I'm being rude
And to be honest this ain't some you can relate to
I'm just pourin' my heart out on tracks like I'm pose to
All she rap about is money, jewelry, cars and clothes
But what if that's the kinda life, I'm livin' though
What if it's my job and I gotta rap about what they want
I am just a kid and I'm making this money on my way
So, excuse me if I flex wit it
Up late nights, early morning getting checks with it
I'm a lil girl in a grown man business
And I'm out here getting it who cares if I'm independent
Most girl don't support
Cause they feeling jealous
I'm just tryna show the fellas
That we can do it better
They don't here me, though
They on the other line with a dial tone
I'm just on the phone, repeating "Hello"
Oh my gosh, Miss Mulatto, like, I'm your biggest fan
But, but they say, but they say that your hair's not real, like
Do you got weave, and, and all that jewelry, is it really yours?
Like, they say that your car is rented for real, like
Comparing me to other kids
You just can't do that
The only thing we got in common is age, and I proved that
At first, they was like who that
And I do not mean to brag
But the same people that doubted me, asking for they carrer back
Just keepin it a hundred
Cause this gone be so funny
They gone ask me for some money when the road no longer bumpy
Remember that, I call it fake facts
They stab me in my back
And I'm supposed to act like they, supported me from way back
Like, girl, where you been at?
You went Hollywood but I ain't even change my habitat
Picture that, kodiak
I'm the same on and off the track
And I stay humble, never changing like these thermostats
They call me cocky, they don't even know me
All you see is Youtube videos and Twitter homie
It's deeper that this rap game
My blood won't support cause I don't do a sport, ain't that a shame
But y'all think this easy
You couldn't do what I do for a day, please, believe me
Sleeping on the TV
TV to the yo
Yo done skipped dinner cause I got another show
But I ain't even stressing it
Females at my throat, they just mad that I'm relevant
I'm doing me, so I'll never look back at what I could've been
And wit me from the bottom, selling mixtapes where you should'e been
Another Nasty Song lyrics - Miss Mulatto
You know that I'm a freak
You know I like it slow
I'm trying to make a movie
I'm giving you the code so
Let me put this pussy on you
Yeah daddy come and
Let me put this pussy on you
Cause a This here is another nasty song
He love it when I pull up with no panties on
I'm like let me put this pussy on you
Yeah baby let me put this pussy on you
Pull up on my pimpin
Say my name while you hit it
Type of pussy make him say my name
While he's swimming
Gangsta bitch I make him wear my chain
While he drilling
And me and my bitch
Might run a train on this nigga
Bad pretty bitch
Boy you ain't fucking with no average
Body like Bugatti ain't to many migas
Having it
Sending nasty pics
I be on that nasty shit
Wanna know what he like
You better ask your bitch
You know that I'm a freak
You know I like it slow
I'm trying to make a movie
I'm giving you the code so
Let me put this pussy on you
Yeah daddy come and
Let me put this pussy on you
Cause a This here is another nasty song
He love it when I pull up with no panties on
I'm like let me put this pussy on you
Yeah baby let me put this pussy on you
Wachu gonna do with that
You could tell I'm trying to leave with you
By how I'm moving it
Pretty in the face big ol Booty
And the boobs to match
If I let you hit it
Don't start trippin
Getting too attached
One more lemon drop
I might have to send the dot
Every time I post a pic
He trying to spin the block
He love how I talk
And he know I'm country thick
This another nasty song
Daddy you know how I get
You know that I'm a freak
You know I like it slow
I'm trying to make a movie
I'm giving you the code so
Let me put this pussy on you
Yeah daddy come and
Let me put this pussy on you
Cause a This here is another nasty song
He love it when I pull up with no panties on
I'm like let me put this pussy on you
Yeah baby let me put this pussy on you
BACK OUTSIDE lyrics - Anycia (feat. Latto)
(Austin)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh?
Okay, what? Alright, okay
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one), okay
Huh? I'm back outside
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad again (Okay)
Okay, yeah (Why? Why?)
I'm a Southside bitch to the grave (Bitch to the grave)
I'm a real-ass bitch to the tomb (To the tomb)
Million-dollar convos on Zoom (On Zoom)
Get wet, I don't gotta use lube (I don't gotta use lube)
You a friendly-ass bitch, I'm rude (I'm rude)
Popped out with a brand new dude
Popped out with a brand new team (Team)
Walked in, smell good, I'm tea
Pop Percs all day, you burnt
Big bags on me, I'm turnt
Big bands on me, I'm hell
Outta ten, I done broke the scale
Outta ten, I'ma give 'em a five
On the 20, I swerve and it glide
Is you tellin' the business or ridin'?
Let him in and he slippin' and slidin'
Pull up too fine, I'm that
Bitch, you been broke, no hat
Oh, you been burnt, no cap
I'm turnt, I don't need rap (Okay)
Can't argue with a bitch that's hatin' (Alright)
Been beggin' for pussy, he waitin'
He need it
Know NiNi the reason he breathin', yeah
Huh? I'm back outside
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad again
Okay, yeah
I'm a Southside bitch to the grave (Bitch to the grave)
I'm a real-ass bitch to the tomb (To the tomb)
Million-dollar convos on Zoom (On Zoom)
Get wet, I don't gotta use lube (I don't gotta use lube)
You a friendly-ass bitch, I'm rude (I'm rude)
Popped out with a brand new dude (Yeah, huh)
Popped out with a brand new team (Yeah, Big Latto)
Walked in, smell good, I'm tea (Yeah)
Walked in, young bitch, I'm turnt
Got auntie hatin', she burnt
Hoes talk who wore what first
They don't never wanna talk 'bout a verse
Stop worrying 'bout the shit they type
'Cause the same hoes see me and slurp
I'm a Southside bitch to the grave
I'm a Southside bitch to the hearse
Woo, skrrt
Hop out the G Wag', hop out the vert
M's off brand deals, M's off merch
Got a bitch driveway lookin' like Hertz
Skrrt, skrrt
I don't know how to sing, but I'm her
I been tryna make my nigga quit syrup
Now he tryna ring me like chirp
I'm a real-ass bitch, can't fold
I don't even do my own damn laundry
I don't even play like that
Count on one hand who done had a piece of this punani
And they sayin' that I rap my ass off, turn around like, "I can't tell"
Oh well, Lord forgive me, I'm givin' 'em hell, tuh
Huh? I'm back outside
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad again
Okay, yeah
I'm a Southside bitch to the grave (Bitch to the grave)
I'm a real-ass bitch to the tomb (To the tomb)
Million-dollar convos on Zoom (On Zoom)
Get wet, I don't gotta use lube (I don't gotta use lube)
You a friendly-ass bitch, I'm rude (I'm rude)
Popped out with a brand new dude (Huh)
Popped out with a brand new team
Walked in, smell good, I'm tea (Okay)
BeatBox (Freestyle) lyrics - Mulatto
Yeah, yeah, this shit exclusive
Big Latto
I told ya I'm that bitch from the South, I knock a nigga socks off
I'm outside swinging sticks, I ain't talkin' top golf
I been killin' features, I'm on everythin' like hot sauce
So don't act like I ain't been that bitch since I popped off
Big chains hang around me, loitering, wifey bring, them pointers in (Ice)
Show 'em, the end of the road, I ain't into turnin' boys to men
Walk through, there's forty bands, red bottoms like Toya man (Yeah)
Who cut a nigga off quicker than me? Shit, not even Lori can (On God)
Who she think she is? She don't win big, so well, bitch, I did (I did)
Bitches ain't on shit but dick, I'm pullin' triggers, not no wigs (Yeah)
Latto that, Latto this (Ha), tryna figure out my biz (Yeah)
Tell the blogs when they speak on Latto, don't forget the Big
Higher than them tree tops (Yeah), bitch thinkin' she hot (What?)
AP scally bust down (Ice), long way from them G-Shocks
Your fave is a freak thot (On God), no walls, sheet rocks
Told you he don't eat, but to this pussy he gon' beatbox
Ha, on God
This shit just too motherfuckin' easy
Big Latto, big money, big Balenciaga, big been takin' everything motherfuckin' big
I'm the biggest, ha
Bitch
Ain't nothin' big about y'all hoes, so if the bitch name ain't Latto, don't put Big in front of it, straight up
Big Energy (Remix) lyrics - Latto & Mariah Carey (feat. DJ Khaled)
This the remix (Haha)
Is Miami in the house? (Sweet, sweet fantasy)
Is Atlanta in the house?
Is New York in the house?
Got that big, big energy (Mimi, Latto)
Got that real big energy (DJ Khaled)
Hey, daddy
When you gon' stop playin'?
(Another one)
Bad chick, I could be your fantasy
I can tell you got big, big energy (Uh-huh)
It ain't too many of them that can handle me (Yeah)
But I might let you try it off the Hennessy (Uh)
Make 'em sing to this thang like a melody
And if your girl ain't right, I got the remedy (Iii-ee-ii-yaa)
It ain't too many of them that can handle me (Ayy)
Bad chick, I could be your fantasy (Ayy, ayy)
Oh, when you walk by every night
Talking sweet and looking fine
I get kind of hectic inside
Mmm, baby, I'm so into you
Darling, if you only knew
All the things that flow through my mind
But it's just a sweet, sweet
You gon' have to come and see this
Pretty like new new, sweet like peaches
I'ma be your fantasy, you ain't gon' believe this
Hold up, got Mimi on the remix (On and on and on)
On the count of three, bad ...., get money (Money)
Broke .... to the left, we don't want it (We don't want)
I'm the one they love to hate but they can't get past (Uh-huh) (On and on it goes)
Pretty face, no waist and a big ol' bag, ha
Bad chick, I could be your fantasy
I can tell you got big big energy (Uh-huh)
It ain't too many of them that can handle me (No)
But I might let you try it off the Hennessy (Uh)
Make 'em sing to this thang like a melody
And if your girl ain't right, I got the remedy
It ain't too many of them that can handle me (Ayy)
Bad chick, I could be your fantasy (Ayy, ayy) (And they say)
Sweet fantasy
Got that big, big energy (Big big energy)
Sweet fantasy
Got that big, big energy (Big big energy)
Yuh, tell me how you want it (Want it)
Three, two, one, camera rollin' (Ooh)
Do it slow motion (Uh-huh)
Real chick, them other .... phony
All that big talk, Latto put 'em on it (Latto)
I'm just bein' honest (Yeah)
Lingerie Dolce (Ha)
Blindfold (Yeah), tie me to the bed (Yeah), while we roleplay (Yeah)
Can't skip foreplay, kill the kitty cold case (Uh-huh)
I'm a boss chick but tonight we do it your way
On the count of three, bad ...., get money (Get money) (sweet baby)
Broke .... to the left, we don't want it (sweet baby)
If you ever see me broke, I'm probably rockin' a cast
Pretty face, no waist with a big ol' bag, ha (sweet)
Sweet fantasy (I could be your fantasy)
Got that big, big energy (Big big energy)
Sweet fantasy (I could be your fantasy)
Got that big, big energy (Big big energy)
Sweet fantasy (I could be your fantasy)
Got that big, big energy (Big big energy)
Sweet fantasy (I could be your fantasy)
Got that big, big energy (Big big energy) (Sweet)
Go on, Big Latto say
Big Latto say (Uh-huh)
Go on, Big Latto say
It's a new world
Big Latto say (Big, big energy)
It's Latto (Got that big, big energy)
It's Mariah (Fantasy)
And I'm looking at my wrist (Hey)
And it's a new watch
Dis da remix
Big Latto Freestyle lyrics - Mulatto
Yeah, ay, ay, ay
Bad bitch, 4 pockets full
Got him calling me his Lil Baby
Ride it good, drive a nigga crazy
For 8 miles like Slim Shady
Full throttle, bitch, I'm never lazy
Now he underwater like he in the navy
Ex nigga dropped a diss on me
I'd be mad too if my bitch made me
I'm a real ass bitch
These hoes ain't on shit but dick
Wonder why they call me Latto
Every nigga in the city wanna hit
Fuck a 1 on 1, all my dogs gon' fight with me, Michael Vick
When my ex lame ass get mad
He threaten me to leak the flick
Fuck it
I got more in the bank than they whole budget
If that bitch ain't loyal, I'ma kick her out the group, LaToya Luckett
Still single cuz I got my own
I refuse to be a nigga's puppet
Bitches claim the hood really from the Boondocks, that's Uncle Ruckus
I can't break, bitch I won't even bend
Check the peep hole, before you let 'em in
If he broke, don't you let that nigga hit
Usian Bolt, have 'em run up in ya shit
You ain't the boss, sellin' dimes and nicks
Off white on me like I'm movin' bricks
I'm from Clayco, south side shit
5'6" so slim thick
Ill get a nigga wiped down like Boosie
I was 16 when I touched six figures, I ain't no groupie
Been doing this shit, I been a rich kid, No Skooly
12 got these niggas wearing wires, y'all rat ass can't fool me (Da fuck)
Hold up dog, I think the phone tapped
If I don't know you, we ain't gon dap
He just text me in all caps
"Hurry home, so I can hit from the back"
Bitches wack, no, they can't really rap
It ain't in the trunk, its on my lap
Turn a street nigga into a sap
Finesse a rich nigga like BAPS
I watched him change on me
Like quarters, they two faced
She keep my name in her mouth more than her toothpaste
Ran down, had that bitch shook like Old Bay
New Bae can't even keep his eyes off me like 2k
I'm runnin' circles around these rap hoes like NASCAR
I like trappers and jackers, I don't even reply to DMs from rapstars
Really got that super soaker, he don't got to spit start
No key that's push start
Net worth going up, I'm getting more paper than a bookmark
Lil Bitch...
ChaseDaMoney Freestyle lyrics - Miss Mulatto
Yeah, yeah, Latto (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Aye uh, Southside
ChaseDaMoney, ChaseDaMoney
Big Latto, Clayco
Told him don't buy me Nola or Chanel (Yeah, yeah)
They know I can't fit in that shit
I'm from da Souf, I take the dick
Then wake up in the morning cooking him grits (Yeah)
I just woke up, feeling like Drizzy
I'm finna hit the mall and run through a six
I'ma dog, off the leash myself, so no, I ain't ever ran from a bitch (Da fuck, hell nah)
I need a ten to turn up your show (Yeah)
I hit the booth and let the stress go
I piece a bitch up like some Legos
I hit the shoe box when the bank close
I got my foot all on they throat (On God)
Running right through them pesos
Then bounce back like an Eggo
They don't want no problems with big Latto (Latto, hell no)
I'm really a brat, I'll knock a bitch out with a bottle (Bottle)
You don't need no twitter, I'll still have you getting followed (Followed)
All the hood niggas love me like I'm Monte Carlo (Skrrt, skrrt)
Put my hand on his trigger, make a nigga bust quick (Quick)
Killers, drug dealers, type of niggas I grew up with (On God, yeah)
Got these bitches mad that I won like Trump did (On God, yeah)
Stay with a band and I'm blowing through it like a trumpet
I throw it back like bouquet (Aye)
Then sit it on your face, All you can eat like a buffet (Uh)
Got me singing like Broadway
I make him tap out like an ash tray (Aye, aye, aye, aye)
Shoes cost 3 bands nigga, that's Andre
And that's just on a light day
Got me feeling like an outcast (Yeah)
Young bitch, make it rain every day, Ion even check the forecast (Hell no)
Yeah, I'm really getting cheese
I'll box a bitch up like some damn Kraft
Big Latto, I get payed to talk my shit like a podcast (Ohh)
I can't show no love (Nah)
They think I'm a virgin, Latto never gave a fuck (Da fuck)
Never gave a fuck (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Never gave a fuck
Clap lyrics - Trina & Latto
(Honorable Board)
(Hitmaka)
Public service announcement
For all the bad bitches that's gettin' money (Yeah)
And all the bitches with their fat asses in this motherfucker (Let's go, ayy, yeah)
Let's go
Buss it, buss it, buss it down (Ayy), touch your toes (Ayy)
Hit your dance on them hoes (Let's go)
Put that shit out on the 'Gram, show that ass when you pose (Go)
Clap (Ayy)
She gon' make it clap (Clap)
Throw it in rotation, shawty, bring that ass back, back, back, back (Woo)
Clap, ayy, she gon' shake that ass, she gon' make that ass clap, clap
Told her, "Take a bow", when she make that ass clap, clap
She put on a show in the bed, treat the bedroom like a strip club
Put the pole in the bed and watch her clap
Walked in with the ones
Brought him to the crib 'cause the strip ran out of ones (Ayy)
If they bringin' money up, you know I got a ton
And I came with my dawgs, I don't step out with no funds (Nah)
They got that young cash
Throwin' money 'cause it's mine, I got my own bag
These bitches livin' off they nigga, shit be so sad
'Cause I ain't sparin' ho shit
Said she want a couple dollars, told her, "Spend my whole dick, ayy"
Dollars in the air, watch 'em fall down (Fall down)
I don't got no limit, tear them all down (Tear them all down)
Oh, she got a car, she think she on now (She think she on now)
Big money, I could show how to ball now (Yeah)
Buss it down (Ayy), touch your toes (Ayy)
Hit your dance on them hoes (Let's go)
Put that shit out on the 'Gram, show that ass when you pose (Go)
Clap (Ayy)
She gon' make it clap (Clap)
Throw it in rotation, shawty, bring that ass back, back, back, back (Woo)
Clap, ayy, she gon' shake that ass, she gon' make that ass clap, clap
Told her, "Take a bow", when she make that ass clap, clap
She put on a show in the bed (Latto), treat the bedroom like a strip club
Put the pole in the bed (Yeah, yeah) and watch her clap
I need to see a check if you wanna see it clap (Clap)
Fuck me on a jet, I ain't fuckin' in no trap
If a nigga said I handed him this pussy, then he cap (Cap)
Fuck around and turn a stiff ass nigga to a sap (Yeah)
Big Latto, I got mega books (Latto)
If I let a nigga hit then he got hella looks (On God)
I'll give y'all hoes everything except a fuck (What?)
If I reach inside this Birkin, bitch, you better duck (Brr, brr)
Bad bitch, sittin' pretty (Uh), crib cost a couple milli (Uh)
Pussy tight, wet and sticky
Mani, pedi with the blicky (Brr)
I rock Bottega with the Ricky (Yeah)
When I'm in L.A., I hit Rodeo, drop a Bentley (Okay, on God)
Buss it down (Ayy), touch your toes (Ayy)
Hit your dance on them hoes (Let's go)
Put that shit out on the 'Gram, show that ass when you pose (Go)
Clap (Ayy)
She gon' make it clap (Clap)
Throw it in rotation, shawty, bring that ass back, back, back, back (Woo)
Clap, ayy, she gon' shake that ass, she gon' make that ass clap, clap
Told her, "Take a bow", when she make that ass clap, clap
She put on a show in the bed, treat the bedroom like a strip club
Put the pole in the bed and watch her clap (Ayy, ayy, go)
Ayy, and watch it clap
Now, watch it clap (Yeah)
Ayy, and watch it clap
Buss it down (Yeah), touch your toes
Hit your dance on them hoes (Let's go)
Put that shit out on the 'Gram, show that ass when you pose (Go)
Clap (Ayy)
She gon' make it clap (Clap)
Throw it in rotation, shawty, bring that ass back, back, back, back (Woo)
Clap, ayy, she gon' shake that ass, she gon' make that ass clap, clap
Told her, "Take a bow", when she make that ass clap, clap
She put on a show in the bed, treat the bedroom like a strip club
Put the pole in the bed and watch her clap
Crush lyrics - Latto
Dear diary, I seen him today again
He walked pass me and smiled, I smiled back
Man I can't wait 'til tomorrow
Maybe I'll get the courage to say hey or maybe he will but who knows
One day he'll see my true affection and how I really feel
But until then I think I got a crush on him
It's crazy how you got me feeling good
Crazy bout you, a boy I never knew and never talked to
Something bout your personality that got me so weak to where I can't speak
My mind is overloaded, you got me so unfocused
I thought of me and you, what's a girl suppose to do
See, craving for Infections, just a small suggestion
I could let never know, so it's best I let you know
I gotta crush on you boy
I gotta crush on you
Crush on you [x3] (yeah)
I gotta C-R-U-S-H on you, C-R-U-S-H on you
I gotta crush on you, gotta crush on you
[x2]
You put your trust in me, I put my trust in you
Later by your house, with the ocean view
I got a crush on you, boy you knew, I'm falling for you come to my rescue
I can be Mariah, you can be my Nick
We can make it big together, just don't contradict
Our love will, no magic tricks
Don't let them others interfere, not them other chicks
I gotta crush on you boy
I gotta crush on you
Crush on you [x3] (yeah)
I gotta C-R-U-S-H on you, C-R-U-S-H on you
I gotta crush on you, gotta crush on you
Energy (Latto Remix) lyrics - Digga D & Latto
Too much fake niggas, (Fake bitches)
That's why I hate niggas (That's why I hate bitches)
Coming around with their bad energy, fuck off, man (X10)
Leave me alone
2023, blud (HARGO Production)
Trust me, yo (What's up Digga?)
Bap, bap, bap
Bap, bap, bap
Yo (Brr)
I gotta protect my energy (Bap, bap)
Too much jealousy, I see a friend turn enemy (Whew)
Yo, look (Boom)
I gotta protect my energy (Bap, bap, bap)
Too much jealousy, I see a friend turn enemy (Grrr)
Please don't ruin my energy (Bap)
I heard it, why you keep telling me? (Why?)
I gotta protect my energy (Big Latto)
Can't rap about beef (Yeah)
Or the streets (Ayy)
So they rap about— (Nashville, look)
Gotta protect my energy (On God)
Three times plaque, "Big Energy" (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm the one can't get rid of me (Tuh)
Fuck number two, is you shittin' me? (What?)
In love with the bills like Hillary (Wrr)
Plugged in auxiliary (Yeah)
They cannot beef with my mini me's (What?)
Bitches is haters not enemies
Bitches is haters, not opps (Opps)
Machine in my kelly, not Fox (Fox)
Megan, I'm havin' that WAP
If I tie the knot, then I want a rock (Rock)
Shakin' my hips like Uzi
Young bitch, bad and bougie
Do some, prove me
Even Luther can't move me (Tch)
Ass fat, so is my coochie
I want a car, keep them roses for Ruby
You can't keep up with me bookie
Treat your favorite rapper like a groupie (Mwuah)
He ain't fuckin' you right if your ass ain't gettin' bigger (Bigger)
Bitch from the South, overseas in the UK with Digga
I gotta protect my energy (Bap, bap, bap)
Too much jealousy, I see a friend turn enemy (Grrr)
Please don't ruin my energy (Bap)
I heard it, why you keep telling me? (Why?)
I gotta protect my energy
Can't rap about beef
Or the streets
So they rap about— (Nashville)
I gotta protect my energy (Bap, bap, bap)
Too much jealousy, I see a friend turn enemy (Grrr)
Please don't ruin my energy (Bap)
I heard it, why you keep telling me? (Why?)
I gotta protect my energy
Can't rap about beef
Or the streets
So they rap about— (Yo, Nashville)
Yo, look
Still think about Drilla 'cah that was my nigga
And all of us weren't his brothers (On the gang)
I got a strong influence on others
They sayin' I brought back colors (Bluuwuu)
When I look back, all of us stressed our mothers, in prison for five whole summers
Mum ain't dumb, she's clued up, know what my crew does when we go step in with cutters
Who knows if God still fucks with me
All of the fuckery, some of it troubles me
All of the things that I'm going through currently
I just need someone to show love and cuddle me (Yeah)
Dead or in jail, man been there six times, I'm tryna avoid the other one
I brought another gun, dodging the Babylon, I know I'm troublesome
I'm finna double one
Look
I gotta protect my energy (Bap, bap, bap)
Too much jealousy, I see a friend turn enemy (Grrr)
Please don't ruin my energy (Bap)
I heard it, why you keep telling me? (Why?)
I gotta protect my energy
Can't rap about beef
Or the streets
So they rap about— (Nashville)
I gotta protect my energy (Bap, bap, bap)
Too much jealousy, I see a friend turn enemy (Grrr)
Please don't ruin my energy (Bap)
I heard it, why you keep telling me? (Why?)
I gotta protect my energy
Can't rap about beef
Or the streets
So they rap about— (Nashville)
F.N.F. (Let's Go) (Remix) lyrics - Hitkidd, GloRilla & Miss Mulatto
(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
Glorilla
Big Latto, JT
Bitch, I'm fuck nigga free, broke nigga free (Let's go, woo, woo, hey)
Nigga, play with' yo dick, not me
On gang
I'm F-R-E-E, fuck nigga free (Fuck 'em)
That mean I ain't gotta worry 'bout no fuck nigga cheatin' (Woo)
And I'm S-I-N-G-L-E again (Yup)
Outside hanging out the window with my ratchet-ass friends
Let's go (Go, go, go, go)
Let's go (Go, go, go, go)
Let's go (Go, go, go, go)
Let's go (Go, go, go, go)
Bitch, I'm G to the L to the O, Big Glo ('Rilla)
You can catch me out in traffic tinted, slidin' with your ho (Skrrt)
I ain't poppin' out at parties, gotta book me for a show (Give me that)
He say, "Y'all be living fast," nah, pussy boy, you slow (Stupid ass)
Ayy, we hoppin' out in red lights (Go), twerkin' on them headlights (Go)
She say she can't come outside today, that mean she scared, right? (Huh?)
I be put up in the winter, in the summer, pop out every night (On gang)
Braggin' on that nigga top, you better hold his head tight (Better watch him)
Anyways, life's great, pussy still good (But they knew that)
Still eatin' cake, wishin' that a bitch would (Bet they won't)
Got my foot up on they necks as a bitch should (Watch me plot, let's go)
On the gang
I'm F-R-E-E, fuck nigga free (Fuck 'em)
That mean I ain't gotta worry 'bout no fuck nigga cheatin' (Woo)
And I'm S-I-N-G-L-E again (Yup)
Outside hanging out the window with my ratchet-ass friends (Let's go)
I'm F-R-E-E, fuck nigga free (Fuck 'em)
That mean I ain't gotta worry 'bout no fuck nigga cheatin' (Woo)
And I'm S-I-N-G-L-E again (Yup)
Outside hanging out the window with my ratchet-ass friends (Let's go)
Let's go (Go, go, go, go)
Let's go (Go, go, go, go)
Let's go (Go, go, go, go)
Let's go (Go, go, go, go, JT)
I don't care who he fuck with'
Bitch, I can't be fucked with' (Nah)
Must be gone off percs if you ever thought you fucked this (What?)
Usin' my name for clickbait, eat my ass and my clit, wait
Bitch, I got a future, do it look like I can sit and wait
I'm F-R-E-E, hold up, stop the beat
I'm a motherfuckin' city girl, ain't shit free 'bout me (Ayy)
You a fraudulent ass ho, nigga, actin' like you on, nigga
You ain't been in shit since that PPP loan, nigga (Hahaha)
Anyway, pussy good, so I'm put up
Ass stroke, sittin' pretty with' my foot up
Y'all hoes get played (Huh), not us
But if a nigga ever try, it's up
I'm F-R-E-E, fuck nigga free (Fuck 'em)
That mean I ain't gotta worry 'bout no fuck nigga cheatin' (Woo)
And I'm S-I-N-G-L-E again (Yup)
Outside hanging out the window with my ratchet-ass friends (Let's go)
Let's go (Go, go, go, go)
Let's go (Go, go, go, go)
Let's go (Go, go, go, go, Big Latto)
Let's go (Go, go, go, go, yeah, ayy)
I'm fuck nigga free, I ain't doin' no arguin' (The fuck)
They ain't shit without me, all my exes like Safaree (They broke)
All my opps scary, they won't pop up at the party
Got them bitches runnin' from me, like a episode of Maury
On the freeway, throwin' ass, three ways
Young bitch, feel like a vet' in this C8
Call him private, I ain't text back in three days
Can't have no fuck nigga throwin' off my PH
Anyways, on the pop charts, poppin' shit
Two things I ain't with', sugar grits and sharin' dick (On God)
Bougie, bad, and thick, twenty-three, ain't got no kids
Pop a Plan B before I let him trap a bitch
I'm F-R-E-E, fuck nigga free (Fuck 'em)
That mean I ain't gotta worry 'bout no fuck nigga cheatin' (Woo)
And I'm S-I-N-G-L-E again (Yup)
Outside hanging out the window with my ratchet-ass friends (Let's go)
Let's go (At the red lights twerkin' on them headlights)
Let's go (At the red lights twerkin' on them headlights)
Let's go (At the red lights twerkin' on them headlights)
Let's go (At the- on the gang)
JT, Glorilla, Big Latto
E-E, fuck nigga free
Why y'all hoes stressin' out 'bout y'all fuck niggas cheatin'
Fast Lane lyrics - Don Toliver, Lil Durk & Latto
(from "Fast & Furious 9: The Fast Saga" soundtrack)
[Don Toliver:]
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Look like DJ Chose)
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Movin' on, speedin' through the fast lane
They say I know magic how my whips change
They don't see what I see
Love is a game, you know it's past me
Zero to hundred, you know I'm on, on go
Play with my dawgs, you know I'm on, on go (Let's get it)
Bottles on bottles, you know I'm on, on go
Movin' too fast, you know we on, on go
I ain't too sweet, you make your wheels go up
If I gotta make a call, you made the wrong, wrong choice
I won't leave it open, you know I'm on, on go
Movin' too fast, you know I'm on, on go
[Latto:]
Fast lane, bet I push a hundred in two seconds
I just spent the Bentley and the Lambo on two necklaces
Fuck it, take 'em on to high speed, I'm too reckless
Demon time when I'm in that Demon, they can't catch me
Bet they get the message, I'm the best of the bestest
Bitch, I get the bag and blow it, you get yours and you stretch it
I be livin' life fast, I pray to God I don't wreck it
And I'm still waitin' for a bitch to check it
Who want the smoke? Better hope you don't choke
I be ridin' two-seater, it's just me and the scope
I like my nigga gangster with a mouth full of golds (Uh)
He hit the Latto, that's goals
[Don Toliver:]
Movin' on, speedin' through the fast lane
They say I know magic how my whips change
They don't see what I see
Love is a game, you know it's past me
Zero to hundred, you know I'm on, on go
Play with my dawgs, you know I'm on, on go (Let's get it)
Bottles on bottles, you know I'm on, on go
Movin' too fast, you know we on, on go
I ain't too sweet, you make your wheels go up
If I gotta make a call, you made the wrong, wrong choice
I won't leave it open, you know I'm on, on go
Movin' too fast, you know I'm on, on go
[Lil Durk:]
High speed the cars, that mean all my cars tinted
All the scammers callin' me with cars, I need ten of them
Had these niggas flexin' with these cars, know they rented, uh
I could put some rappers all on blast, but I ain't gon' mention them
I'm a fiend sippin' on some lean with my real or two
All the opps thinkin' that they're safe, this shit treacherous
Put the lights inside the Lamborghini, you ain't listenin'
Put the car in sport and get to jumpin' like it's ticklish, yeah
[Don Toliver:]
Movin' on, speedin' through the fast lane
They say I know magic how my whips change
They don't see what I see
Love is a game, you know it's past me
Zero to hundred, you know I'm on, on go
Play with my dawgs, you know I'm on, on go (Let's get it)
Bottles on bottles, you know I'm on, on go
Movin' too fast, you know we on, on go
I ain't too sweet, you make your wheels go up
If I gotta make a call, you made the wrong, wrong choice
I won't leave it open, you know I'm on, on go
Movin' too fast, you know I'm on, on go
For The Night lyrics - Chlöe & Latto
I asked myself why
We can't be closer
I played those same games a thousand times over
And you crave those long nights
With me oh don't ya
You can leave your guard at the door
And let me love you for the night
I like how you rough around the edges
Laying on your chest in my bed now
Loving all the days we together
If they don't get it, then forget it, I do
Yea I do
The way I do
They don't know me like you
All the things that we've been through
Love when you call me baby
Make me feel like your lady
And we go round for round
That KO love is never lazy
But when I wake up you ain't there
And now I'm going crazy
I asked myself why
We can't be closer
I played those same games thousand times over
And you crave those long nights
With me oh don't ya
You can leave your guard at the door
And let me love you for the night
I know them other girls
Yea they all the same
You could have the world
Or you could have LA
I'ma give it to you
And I don't hesitate
If I call you up then you know that I'm on the way
You run your mouth
Cashing checks that you know gonna bounce
You say you promise and promise
You'll figure it out
But I cannot wait
You teasing me
I back down
I asked myself why
We can't be closer
I played those same games thousand times over
And you crave those long nights
With me oh don't ya
You can leave your guard at the door
And let me love you for the night
Big Latto
Uh
That don't mean you good
They only love you at your best
You know where to come and crash
When your life a wreck
Walked in stressed, left with hickies on your neck
Pull up, get that spin on the mic like Funk Flex
You need a bitch know what to do with you
Call you up like where you at and nigga who with you?
I'm the only one know everything you like
You can have this for the night or for your life
I asked myself why
We can't be closer
I played those same games thousand times over
And you crave those long nights
With me oh don't ya
You can leave your guard at the door
And let me love you
For the night
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