FTCU lyrics - Latto (feat. GloRilla & Gangsta Boo)

Man, I'm in the VIP, I done walked straight past you hoes

Bitch!

You see me?

I ain't seen you, wait up bitch

D.a. got that dope

Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)

Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)

I might stand up on yo' shit and fuck a dub up (Bitch!)

Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)

Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)

I might go up in your shit, you tryna mug us (Bitch!)

Tear the club down (Fuck it up)

Stamp a bitch, yeah (Fuck it up)

Stand up in these new Bottega, fuck your damn couch (Fuck it up)

Start a bottle war, these bitches barely keeping up (Yeah ho)

Muggin' like they want some smoke, but they ain't deep enough (They weak as fuck)

Young, ratchet rich and I'm rude as fuck these bitches know what's up

Came in a bit with a stick, don't at me bitch you know it's tough (Grr)

Hottest in my city, bitch me any diamond hit it

And I run up on big Latto give no fuck about no image

Throw them once (Fuck that flow)

Try that bitch (Fuck that ho)

You could get yo' ass beat up right here and take this shit to go

Throw them once (Fuck that flow)

Try the bitch (Fuck that ho)

And security can't even say yo' ass they know I'm tryin' to go

Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)

Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)

I might stand up on yo' shit and fuck a dub up (Bitch!)

Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)

Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)

GloRilla

I might go up in your shit, you tryna mug us

I can't walk up in the club if I ain't get the Birkin (Give me that)

They was at the club on live, we caught them bitches lackin' (Cap)

And then we deep up in his booth, we posted like, "What's happenin'?" (What up?)

I pray to God a ho don't run up on my bitches check (Three thousand)

Ayy, I told them folks to Google me or somethin', 'cause I don't show ID

And I don't give my number out in clubs, they gotta follow me (On IG)

Phone calls full of shooters just in case they try to follow me (Huh?)

Keep them pistols in the party we don't go by policies (We don't do that)

And we in the club we drug you like a Pharmacy

Strictly popping off on bitches, we not Ari (Why they do that?)

Walk up in your party make that bitch my party (On God)

And we just spiced it up and got them bitches saucy (On God)

Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)

Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)

I might stand up on yo' shit and fuck a dub up (Bitch!)

Fuck the club up (Fuck the club)

Fuck the club up (Yeah Fuck the club)

I might go up on your shit, you tryna mug us

Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)

Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)

I might stand up on yo' shit and fuck a dub up (Bitch!)

Fuck the club up (Yeah)

Fuck the club up (Yeah)

I might go up in your shit, you tryna mug us (Bitch!)

Yeah ho

Fuck it up

Fuck it up

Yeah ho

Fuck it up

Fuck Rice Street lyrics - Latto

Yeah

Man, y'all got me fucked up

Don't know what the hell y'all talking bout

Big Latto, big money Ion gotta steal a bitch ass thing

Young ass hoes (Yeah, nah for real)

Stay-

Stay outta grow folks business bitch

First thing first on my first day at shit

Young hoes wait till I'm locked up to pop shit (Fuck)

Still can't stop shit (Hell nah)

See you I'm gon' rock shit (Brrra)

I ain't even do shit, so bitch, I'm coming out rich

Fresh out of Rice Street

Shout out Aunty GG (Aye, aye, aye)

KeKe, I ain't do it bitch, free me (Fuck)

And bitch try me

They gon' have to fight me

Fuck the police and that nasty ass baloney (On god)

Ion gotta steal a bitch ass thing

From the South, Ion be in Sandy Spring (South side)

Fuck twelve, they done took me off the plane

Confiscated every goddamn thang (Nah)

Four rings, watch, and my chain

Pussy hoes speaking on my name (Aye)

Yeah, bitch, try me like a lame

They gon' never let me out the chain gang (Aye)

Free the real behind the wall (Wall)

They won't even let me make a call (Brr)

All these hoes really soft (On god)

I'ma see bout y'all when I'm out (Straight up)

Using my name for clout

Bitch you better watch your mouth (Grrra)

I'ma rich bitch from the South (South)

So you know I bonded right out (Aye)

Aye, good lawyer money so I'm ready for war (Brrr)

Walked in, they like Latto what you in here for? (What?)

I couldn't sleep on that concrete cold ass floor (Straight up)

And it's fuck Sergeant Reed 'cause she a hating ass hoe (Bitch)

Have that same energy when y'all find out I'm innocent (On god)

I'ma beat yo ass hoe, I ain't scared to go back again (Straight up)

Fifteen hundred, bitch please, that ain't even half my rent (Brrr)

Steal for what? Hit the stain make ten bands, in ten minutes

Commissary for all the real bitches that I met in the hole (Hole)

I ain't shared not one ten, I ain't get tried like a hoe (Hoe)

Big Latto got big money, don't you ever try me like I'm broke (Gang)

First stop, on my first day, I headed straight to the yo (Fuck)

Man fuck APD

Fuck Sandy Springs

Fuck Rice Street

Fuck I-

Fuck all y'all

Fuck all these hating ass hoes

Bitch I'm innocent

Hell is you saying

Y'all mo'fuckas praying on my downfall

Bitch you can't stop shit

Big shit popping, little shit stopping

And I'm getting back on the mo'fucking plane after this bitch

Overseas me, hell is you saying

HOBBY lyrics - Latto (feat. D Low)

[Dlow & Miss Mulatto:]

Nothing major got another hit

(Woah woah woah woah)

Boy you better turn up

(Miss Mulatto)

Boy you better turn up

(Latto let em know)

Boy you better

[Dlow:]

I went and got a maserati

Cause makin money is a hobby

Like woah woah kemosabe

They tryna kick it like karate

I'm tryna get my bands up

Why they hatin tryna stop me

Tell em meet me in the lobby

Cause making money is a hobby [x3]

Like woah woah kemosabe

They tryna kick it like karate

Cause making money is a hobby [x2]

I'm tryna get my bands up

Why they hating tryna stop me

[Miss Mulatto:]

(Miss Mulatto)

Why they hatin tryna stop me

Yo diamonds they lookin cloudy

Droppin the bomb on the haters

Like my first name Bobby

I get the cash like I'm Johnny (and what)

Cash flow on tsunami

I make it flip like a Ali, got cash in my pocket no prolly forget the Clyde cause I'm Bonni

Lil bitty bit better catch up I'm running circles round them like it's a course of course

And I'm stuck on that gas, Charlie Horse

This a feature that you can't afford

Don't you pull up on me no Honda Accord

Pull up game strong yeah you know it

We'll pull up on ya like "How you doin" like woah

I'm a dime, I pull up in that 64

You don't get it tho, note pad I'm a make yo feel this flow oh no

So Clayco, southside everywhere I go

It's SoSo Latto with Dlow, but we gon keep it on d-low

Like woah

[Dlow:]

I went and got a maserati

Cause makin money is a hobby

Like woah woah kemosabe

They tryna kick it like karate

I'm tryna get my bands up

Why they hatin tryna stop me

Tell em meet me in the lobby

Cause making money is a hobby [x3]

Like woah woah kemosabe

They tryna kick it like karate

Cause making money is a hobby [x2]

I'm tryna get my bands up

Why they hating tryna stop me

[Dlow:]

I might pull off in the Audi

[?]

Hopped out this beat like a oop

I call that catching a body

Cause making money is a hobby all these bops I can't even pull my pants up

Might need a kick stand, all these bands I can't even really stand up

Why they actin so silly

I just milly rocked on the block for 2 milly

I just da-da-da-da-dash mess around pop a wheelie

Out of sight, show a body, it's about to get tilly

Look how these diamonds just dance on my hands

I'm hot as a kitchen and poppin like pans

[?]

I can show for my fans

Then head to the crib, I know I'm the man (wooh)

They stupid, Miss Mulatto betta tell em that we do it we don't need no help

Speakers so loud got I'm soso def

I flex all alone I don't need no help (wooh wooh)

Look at my tanks now (like woah)

Look at my name now (like woah)

I got the flame now (like woah)

In my own lane now (like woah)

[Dlow & Miss Mulatto:]

I went and got a maserati

Cause makin money is a hobby

Like woah woah kemosabe

They tryna kick it like karate

I'm tryna get my bands up

Why they hatin tryna stop me

Tell em meet me in the lobby

Cause making money is a hobby [x3]

Like woah woah kemosabe

They tryna kick it like karate

Cause making money is a hobby [x2]

I'm tryna get my bands up

Why they hating tryna stop me

I Got Moves (#UsherRaymond) lyrics - Miss Mulatto (feat. C-White)

Miss Mulatto

Come out and play-ay

Miss Mulatto

Come out and play-ay

Miss Mulatto

Come out to play-ay

Mu-Lat-To let 'em know

I got moves

I got moves

Usher baby

Usher

Three wheel shoulder lean

Got me dancing

Billie Jean

Ballet shoes

Running man

Micheal Jackson

Know I'm bad

I got moves

Usher Raymond

I got moves

Usher baby

I got moves

Usher Raymond

I got moves

Usher baby

I got moves

Usher baby

Top

Lean back

Skrt!

Do the matrix

Take your boyfriend

Make him famous

Them I cut him off

Like this cadence

Three wheel

And hit this switch

And pull up Atlantics

I rock out like Hendrix

I want some cages to blow some kisses

Just like my coat

And my linen trenches

They didn't get it

I just might have to repeat myself

Tuck in my shirt

Put this Fendi belt

I don't tuck my chain anywhere

These are my confessions

I'm the hottest kid out (I am)

They gone have to let it burn (Why)

Can't nobody put me out (Ha)

We can take it nice and slow (Yea)

Lemme see what you about (Yea)

But baby you can't be my boo

If I can't get the pics off of your account

Three wheel shoulder lean

Got me dancing

Billie Jean

Ballet shoes

Running man

Micheal Jackson

Know I'm bad

I got moves

Usher Raymond

I got moves

Usher baby

I got moves

Usher Raymond

I got moves

Usher baby

Three wheel shoulder lean

Got me dancing

Billie Jean

Ballet shoes

Running man

Micheal Jackson

Know I'm bad

I got moves

Usher Raymond

I got moves

Usher baby

I got moves

Usher Raymond

I got moves

Usher baby

I Just Called lyrics - NEIKED, Anne-Marie & Latto

I just called

Ah la la la, la la la

Now I'm getting really brave, I've had a few shots

I would say it to your face, but I just can't no more

'Cause you moved so far away, just like a few blocks

Picket fence and perfect girl, even a ring on your door

You'd see me coming, coming, coming from a mile away

I've got something, something, something that I'm dying to say

Yeah, I'm doing pretty great, just thought you should know (Yeah)

No thanks to you, though

I just called to say I hate you (Huh)

I just called to say that I moved on

I just called to say this the last you'll be hearing from me

'Cause now your mailbox full, I can't call you no more

Played the Latto and lost it (Latto)

Got options like my closet (I do)

When I'm off it, I don't double back

Might wear it once, then I'm done with that (Yeah)

I'm the full package, thick and tatted

All your baggage better have Delta taggage

How you bag the baddest, treat it like a savage?

I could do you nasty, but I'm movin' past it (Uh)

These pretty thighs, pretty brown eyes

Don't belong to you no more (No more)

I just called to tell you that I'm cool without you

And I'm doing fine on my own (Yeah)

By the time you get this voicemail, you'll be blocked, so don't bother

One thing about me, I'ma drop 'em quicker than bad service, next caller

Boy, I'm cool

I'm cool, still got a second or two

Might get cut off like the last one

Just in case it didn't go through

I just called to say I hate you

I just called to say that I moved on

Yeah

I just called to say this the last you'll be hearing from me

'Cause now your mailbox full, I can't call you no more

Yeah

'Cause your mailbox full, I can't call you

So I couldn't if I wanted to

Yeah, your mailbox full, I can't call you no more

ISSA PARTY lyrics - Miss Mulatto (feat. BabyDrill)

(Pooh, you a fool for this one)

(Go Grizz)

The motherfuckin' biggest

I been puttin' belt to ass all summer

I feel like y'all bitches' mama, yeah

Bitch, I'm red, not green, lil' ho, stop playin' with me (Stop it)

I hate borin' bitches, they be throwin' off my energy (Goddamn)

Stop callin' me sis, lil' ho, you know you ain't no kin to me (I don't know you)

I done dropped my nuts on all these bitches, yeah, I'm Himothy, real shit (I'm her)

Bitches love to hate, say it's fake, but I'm real thick (Thick)

Nigga playin' cray, loose screw, I call Drill quick (Brrt)

Always get my way, what can I say? I'm hard to deal with (What can I say?)

Leave that man today, either way, bitch, I'm still lit (Either way)

I brought all my bitches with me, they ain't check me at the door (Ooh)

I feel like the tin man, all this chrome head-to-toe (Raw)

She been tweetin' like she tough, we gon' catch that ho outside

I told Brooke, "Get the balloons, we gon' throw her a surprise" (Ayy)

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party, ayy (Okay)

I got shots for all the opps, it's a holiday (Grr)

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party, ayy (Okay)

We gon' bring them sparklers out, time to celebrate (Ayy)

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party, ayy (Okay)

I got shots for all the opps, it's a holiday (Grr)

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party, ayy (Okay)

We gon' bring them sparklers out, time to celebrate (Ayy)

Brrr

Damn, them niggas ain't had enough?

Every time they threw a party, came through that bitch sideways

Lil' bro rock Sheistys all year, got that bitch on when he bathe

And bitch, I'm Baby Drill, made my name off puttin' shit in the grave

Gravedigger, same nigga

Hop out with that flame, nigga (Baby Drill)

Drill just walked inside the party, got these niggas tuckin' chains

Latto said she spot an opp, she sent the drop, I'm on the way

Drill just beat another body, take a shot, let's celebrate

Twitter beef, don't do the back and forth, pull up shootin' for days

Broke-ass nigga rockin' Purple jeans, I can't take that boy serious

I got crosses on my back, fuck up and re-up just to get 'em

Saint Laurent all on my back, I put Chrome on my denim (Chrome)

Niggas actin' like they strapped, knowin' damn well they ain't no killers

They ain't search me at the door, I'm on my rapper shit

Glock bisexual, talkin' crazy, quick to smack a bitch

The industry scared of a nigga, don't know if I'm formin' that party, we spinnin' that bitch

I feel like Waka Flocka 'cause I just got the flame in here (Ayy)

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party, ayy (Okay)

I got shots for all the opps, it's a holiday (Grr)

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party, ayy (Okay)

We gon' bring them sparklers out, time to celebrate (Ayy)

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party, ayy (Okay)

I got shots for all the opps, it's a holiday (Grr)

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party, ayy (Okay)

We gon' bring them sparklers out, time to celebrate

L.A. Leakers - Freestyle #123 lyrics - Latto

Ay, look look everything big except my body count

Still spending rap game money, fuck bitches talking bout

Told y'all I'm the biggest, statistics and lyrics match my mouth

Mona Scott can't pay one bill in my four story house

This pussy plain jane, this pussy untouched

Y'all bitches passed around, bustdown ain't worth too much

This a fake ass chain but me I'm real as fuck

How the hell I'm passing town in a lamb chop truck

But that's beside the fact, how you big but not the racks

How you big, can't name a track?

How you big but can't hang a plaque?

Bitches talking chains they CEO bought, but go off

Got it out the mud, so hell yeah imma show off

Bitch, stop playing with my pen, I been that since 16, a bitch mean

I'm pulling rap hoes cards like the vaccine

Y'all seen me on the flatscreen

Imma rap bitch, bad dream

Write rap and sings, plus the looks bitch Imma cash machine

Bitches taking shots but they nigga chasing me

Got my doors unlocked in Hollywood, shout out to Jason Lee

Cause that glock, it stay with me, Latto but don't play with me

He say "I got a slick mouth" and it get wetter on my knees

Strapped like some Jabo jeans

What's tea cause we could blow steam

Out of good will, I let bitches have my old things

My old flings

Look, fuck who ain't feeling me

I'm in my prime, Amazon can't fuck with my delievery

On god

Lottery lyrics - Latto (feat. LU KALA)

Big Latto

Hahaha

The biggest

Ooh

If I let you put yo' hands all over me

If I let you unwrap all this in the sheets

If I tell you all my dirty fantasies

You won the lottery, you won the lottery

Ooh

If I let you take me home with you tonight

If I let you see what I got on my mind

If I tell you all my dirty fantasies (Latto)

You won the lottery (Yeah), you won the lottery

Ooh

I need a real boss

Somebody who don't care what the bill cost

Smooth skin, thick thighs, you can feel on

If he hit this then he hit the Mega Million

Play him like a scratch off, if he getting lucky

Jackpot, baby, if I ever let you touch me

Sip me like wine, I'ma pop it like bubbly

A bitch this fine, make it hard not to love me

'Cause this (Aah), can change your life alone

He like (Aah) when I get on the microphone

These big ol' double D's, waist is on petite

Juicy like Caprese if I let him squeeze

Yeah, handcuffs, whipped cream

I'm the girl of your dreams

Boy, you know you hit the lottery

Cha-ching, cha-ching

Ooh

If I let you put yo' hands all over me

If I let you unwrap all this in the sheets

If I tell you all my dirty fantasies

You won the lottery, you won the lottery

Ooh

If I let you take me home with you tonight (Tonight, tonight)

If I let you see what I got on my mind (My mind, my mind)

If I tell you all my dirty fantasies (Latto)

You won the lottery (Yeah), you won the lottery

Whoa there, baby, before we go there, baby

It's a couple things that you gotta know, lil' baby

I been that bitch so they want what's mine

Like some J's just dropped, niggas waiting in line

You gotta work for this, can't purchase this

Gotta prove yourself and show me what your purpose is

Show me that you're really worthy of my services

I keep a nigga on my arm where my purses is

Ooh, you lookin' at a centerfold

Playboy bunny, wanna take me home?

Bad bitch from head to toe

Tryna fold me up and lick it like an envelope

Yeah, all eyes on me

I'm the girl of your dreams

Boy, you know you hit the lottery

Cha-ching, cha-ching

Ooh

If I let you put yo' hands all over me

If I let you unwrap all this in the sheets

If I tell you all my dirty fantasies

You won the lottery, you won the lottery

Ooh

If I let you take me home with you tonight (Tonight, tonight)

If I let you see what I got on my mind (My mind, my mind)

If I tell you all my dirty fantasies, ooh (Latto)

You won the lottery (Yeah), you won the lottery

On God though

If I let you hit this

You know you hit the lotto, right?

Mush Mouf lyrics - Miss Mulatto

Whoo!

Miss Mulatto! (Stevie Nick)

Mush Mouf, Mush Mouf

Faces On Faces

Mush Mouf

You ain't really in these streets

Y'all folks know who I be

You ain't really getting no green, no cash, big bands

Girl you know what I mean

These girls ain't got no check

Broke boy love to flex

Back seat when I'm riding, icy fingers, wrist and neck... UH

Mush Mouf, Mush Mouf

Rubber band on Mush Mouf

Faces on faces

My rubber band on Mush Mouf

Mush Mouf, Mush Mouf

Rubber band on Mush Mouf

Presidents On Presidents

My rubber band on Mush Mouf

My rubber band on Mush Mouf

Faces on faces

I'm killing em' when I step out

Cases on cases

Black and white no races

I only rock the latest

I got these rappers shook

I swear I'm not no exorcist

Big bands, big rocks, no Rollie don't tick tock

I came for the cash

It make the rubber band pop

Pull up, then we pull off

Hop out like the black ops

The way that I'm balling it look like I won the playoffs

Hold up, back Up

Lil' girl get yo' stack up

True religion I rack up

Please don't make us act up

Run up on you, boy you know how we do

Disrespect us and we stay out her crew

100 deep when the squad comin' thru

Leaving no trace like I'm running

Guess who?

You ain't really in these streets

Y'all folks know who I be

You ain't really getting no green, no cash, big bands

Girl you know what I mean

These girls ain't got no check

Broke boy love to flex

Back seat when I'm riding, icy fingers, wrist and neck... UH

Mush Mouf, Mush Mouf

Rubber band on Mush Mouf

Faces on faces

My rubber band on Mush Mouf

Mush Mouf, Mush Mouf

Rubber band on Mush Mouf

Presidents On Presidents

My rubber band on Mush Mouf

Face on faces

These Presidents be kissing each other

Ice on my wrist with the ice on my neck

I wear the ice in any weather

Parmesan, I love the cheddar

I ball like I'm Cinderella

I put the [?] on a President head

I'm a money go-getter

Pockets like a morgue

Walking round 'round with dead folks

All I carry, money bags

What I need a purse for?

My six four is guilty

I swear that thing lay low

You fifty deep inside the club

But only half of em' on go

Money, yes I get it

To these faces I'm committed

If you great buss a move

You know that the team with it

I'm the Princess 'round my city

Boy don't let me catch you slipping

And everybody know, you can't break bread with no pigeon

You ain't really in these streets

Y'all folks know who I be

You ain't really getting no green, no cash, big bands

Girl you know what I mean

These girls ain't got no check

Broke boy love to flex

Back seat when I'm riding, icy fingers, wrist and neck... UH

Mush Mouf, Mush Mouf

Rubber band on Mush Mouf

Faces on faces my rubber band on Mush Mouf

Mush Mouf, Mush Mouf

Rubber band on Mush Mouf

Presidents On Presidents

My rubber band on Mush Mouf

No More Talking lyrics - Miss Mulatto

(from "The Rap Game" soundtrack)

No more talking

No more talking

Ain't no more talking

No more talking

I'm sayin' help, I don't need none of that

I ain't never held back

Matter fact I don't even look backwards I think I'm the baddest

To all of these rappers, I'm winnin'

Ain't no more talking

They watchin' me so I gotta lay low

Ain't no mistake I'm this great they know

Ain't nothing changed but my game payroll

Wavin' hi to a hater, Maino

Gift from God excuse my halo

They tried to doubt me but they cannot stop me

I clean the competition like Drano

Listen

My mama told me she gave birth to a star

I was like the light in the dark

You look like tuna to a shark

That mean by any means I'mma get it

You won't with me, so I ain't splittin' it

But no way I can look my daddy in his eye and tell him I ain't winnin'

I got the number one spot

That they can't take away

You can't outshine me even on my rainy day

This wasn't overnight I been at it since training day

I'mma make a way

I'mma make a way

Help, I don't need none of that

I ain't never held back

Matter fact I don't even look backwards I think I'm the baddest

To all of these rappers, I'm winnin'

No more talking

No more talking

Ain't no more talking

No more talking

I'm I'm sayin'

Help, I don't need none of that

I ain't never held back

Matter fact I don't even look backwards I think I'm the baddest

To all of these rappers, I'm winnin'

I got all the answers to your questions, jeopardy

No flex these rappers be sweatin' me

I'mma be the president like Kennedy

Mulatto you the best, what they tellin' me

I'm on top ain't no one ahead of me

It's a bunch of kids rappin', that's quantity

But none of them come before quality, that's me

They ain't hear me

But they sleepin' on a kid, no canopy

And you know I do it all for my family

Up up late burnin' tracks like a calorie

With no melody, I can still write a hit

Not to mention I am still a kid

Gave my childhood to the music biz

So I gotta win, it is what it is

I got the number one spot

That they can't take away

You can't outshine me even on my rainy day

This wasn't overnight I been at it since training day

I'mma make a way

I'mma make a way

Help, I don't need none of that

I ain't never held back

Matter fact I don't even look backwards I think I'm the baddest

To all of these rappers, I'm winnin'

No more talking

No more talking

Ain't no more talking

No more talking

I'm I'm sayin'

Help, I don't need none of that

I ain't never held back

Matter fact I don't even look backwards I think I'm the baddest

To all of these rappers, I'm winnin'

No more talking

No more talking

Ain't no more talking

No more talking

I'm sayin'

PUSSY lyrics - Latto

Yeah, Latto, uh

Girls, you can do what the guys do, and still be a lady

(We can do what y'all do, and still be a lady)

Girls, you can do what you got to do, and still be a lady

(Always worried 'bout some pussy)

Nigga, who is you to clock pussy? Could barely pop pussy

Niggas kiss and tell like that shit is not pussy

Who is you to bash pussy, our sweet ass pussy?

Tell 'em how you couldn't make me climax, pussy

'Bout demand my respect, watch him pay me, it's crazy

Y'all sexualize lesbians but y'all entertain me

They engage and then gossip live from they mama basement

If you don't get a pussy up then they'll take it

Your misogynistic ways show the size of your dick

Seen with the opposite sex and just decide that he hit

I ain't your property, bitch, get mad and call me a bitch

And if he make you split rent then he probably a bitch

Girls, you can do what the guys do, and still be a lady

Girls, you can do what you got to do, and still be a lady

On god, yeah, Latto, uh

I can't do the insecure shit

Better be a man if you want me to act like your bitch

All up in them comments talkin' 'bout some pussy that you'll never touch

Fuck you and your double standards, pussy ain't for you to judge

Ay, pussy niggas scared of monogamy

How you call it pimpin' if you got a lot of me?

The gender roles y'all projecting the hypocrisy

Half of y'all pussy niggas owe your mama an apology

How you ain't got a pussy, but got opinions on pussy? That's pussy

My ovaries ain't for you to bully

Y'all the reason we make music teachin' bitches how to use it

Speak up and they gonna defend or abuse it, these niggas losers

Girls, you can do what the guys do, and still be a lady

(Always talkin' 'bout how they want a bitch on her shit)

(When you can't even, can't even handle a boss bitch)

Girls, you can do what you got to do, and still be a lady

(Ego bigger than your dick, yeah)

(Still be a lady)

Girls, you can do what the guys do, and still be a lady

Girls, you can do what you got to do, and still be a lady

Latto other songs:

 

Put It On Da Floor Again (Continued) lyrics - Latto (feat. Cardi B)

(Go Grizz)

Ah (Squat made the beat)

What's happenin'? (Bardi)

Big Latto (Bop)

[Latto:]

Rip me out the plastic, I been actin' brand new

Bitches actin' like they runnin' shit, they really ran through

I'll spend that five hundred 'fore I ever trap you

They thought I was gon' fall off, I hate to bring you bad news

Threw so many racks, a bitch can't even see the floor

From Atlanta to LA, the only time I'm back and forth

Cheap niggas make you pick, rich niggas get you both

Gave the Bentley to valet and let that nigga drive the boat

Shh, be quiet (Be quiet), let me pop off

Leave the club sloppy drunk, come home and get my rocks off

Heard "Bitch from Da Souf," he tryna see me knock his socks off

Told them bitches meet me at the top, think they got lost

Tuh, I'm on go like Grizz

She thought I would kiss her ass, she must ain't took her meds, tuh

Shit around my neck, it cost a arm and leg

Swear that nigga set for life, I let him get me preg'

I done done it all (Tuh), feel like Shawty Lo (Tuh)

Laughin' to the bank (Tuh), but shit is not a joke (Tuh)

Say she got a problem (Tuh), imaginary smoke (Tuh)

Bitches said it's up (Tuh), then put it on the floor (Tuh)

I done done it all (Tuh), feel like Shawty Lo (Tuh)

Laughin' to the bank (Tuh), but shit is not a joke (Tuh)

Say she got a problem (Tuh), imaginary smoke (Tuh)

Bitches said it's up (Tuh), then put it on the floor (Tuh)

I don't know what y'all been told (Told)

Bet yo' mans know, if you don't, what's happenin'?

[Cardi B:]

Put a ribbon on me, I been actin' brand new

I ain't smokin' on no za', lil' bitch, I'm smokin' on you

Put your bestie in a pack and now I'm smokin' her too

I been ballin' so damn hard, coulda went to LSU, huh

Got so many chains on, I can't even see my throat

These hoes don't do enough, that's why I always do the most

Broke niggas give the dick, rich niggas sponsor goals

Only thing a nigga get from me for free is free the bros

Let me pop it off

Point me to the biggest slut, baby girl, come top it off

She said she don't like me 'cause she love me, duh, knock it off

That bitch made some pages just to sub me, but I block 'em all

All these hoes is mid

Got her lurkin' on my page before she feed her kids, huh

Shittin' on these bitches, dunkin' on they heads

Get these hoes some melatonin, put they ass to bed (Bitch)

Nigga, cry for what? Bitch, these are Denim Tears (Huh)

I'm sexy dancin' in the house, I feel like Britney Spears

So put it on the floor, just like they career

What they got on me? Bodies and a couple years

[Latto:]

I done done it all (Tuh), feel like Shawty Lo (Shawty Lo)

Laughin' to the bank (Tuh), but shit is not a joke (Not a joke)

Say she got a problem (Tuh), imaginary smoke (Brr)

Bitches said it's up, then put it on the floor (Pew)

I don't know what y'all been told (Told)

Bet yo' mans know, if you don't, what's happenin'?

Smokin' on that gas, blunt big as Coi Leray

Bitches like to run their mouths but I'm the type to run the fade

When your diamonds hit like this, you don't ever see the shade

Got the key to my city, they gave me a holiday, bitch (Bitch)

All kinda shit (Uh)

Let me pull my diamond tester out, these bitches counterfeit (What?)

Better keep my name up out her mouth, they been tryin' it (Boom)

If it's beef then let me know, baby, why you hidin' it? (Haha, ha)

And I heard about your coochie, bitch

Pits like your pussy, we all know that cat is givin' fish (Bitch)

When I send that eggplant that nigga know what time it is

My ex crazy 'bout me, better be ready to die in it

I done done it all (Tuh), feel like Shawty Lo (Shawty Lo)

Laughin' to the bank (Tuh), but shit is not a joke (Not a joke)

Say she got a problem (Tuh), imaginary smoke (Brr)

Bitches said it's up, then put it on the floor (Pew)

I don't know what y'all been told (Told)

Bet yo' mans know, if you don't, what's happenin'?

Yeah, it's giving cunt

I'm in the booth playin' with my pussy, bitch

Big Latto, big Bardi, it's a real bitch party

Put it on the floor again, bitch

Red Opps lyrics - Miss Mulatto

(originally by 21 Savage)

I just bought a benz so I'm wood grain gripping

Pull up on you right now anybody get it

You know where to find me I'm the princess in my city

Lil buddy must be tripping really rapping how I'm living

I'm on southside with it

Riverdale with it

Old nat with it

College park with it

Highway 85 with it

Godby road with it

Grove street with it

Tara boulevard with it

I'm on southside with it

Don't let me catch you slipping

Everywhere I go 50 deep

Have you swimming

Have you sleeping with the fishes

No pacific, be specific when you dissing

Must be tripping come up missing no magician

Don't think that its sweet cause I'm on your TV tho

I'm cute but it gets ugly when I'm off the TV show

Please bring me some tp I'm the Sugar Honey Ice Tea

Something like a nightmare, these kids don't wanna see me

I just bought a benz so I'm wood grain gripping

Pull up on you right now anybody get it

You know where to find me I'm the princess in my city

Lil buddy must be tripping really rapping how I'm living

I'm on southside with it

Riverdale with it

Old nat with it

College park with it

Highway 85 with it

Godby road with it

Grove street with it

Tara boulevard with it

Lil girl, big boss all I hang with big dogs

All these kids they scared of me

Make em jump like Criss Cross

That thang same like Vandross

Flow nasty like no draws

I'm dripping like soy sauce

These rappers they broke they need red cross

I think these rappers they punk

Dressed in all black like a nun

This mouth they want none

I am at the top like a bun

You below me like a bunk bed

I got beef if they want that

Out in France getting to the french bread

And if they sleeping on me

Imma put em on they death bed

I just bought a benz so I'm wood grain gripping

Pull up on you right now anybody get it

You know where to find me I'm the princess in my city

Lil buddy must be tripping really rapping how I'm living

I'm on southside with it

Riverdale with it

Old nat with it

College park with it

Highway 85 with it

Godby road with it

Grove street with it

Tara boulevard with it

Red Opps (Remix) lyrics - Miss Mulatto

Yeah

Miss Mulatto

Latto let 'em know

I just bought a benz so I'm wood grain gripping

Pull up on you right now anybody get it

You know where to find me I'm the princess in my city

Lil buddy must be tripping really rapping how I'm living

I'm on southside with it

Riverdale with it

Old nat with it

College park with it

Highway 85 with it

Godby road with it

Grove street with it

Tara boulevard with it

I'm on southside with it

Don't let me catch you slipping

Everywhere I go 50 deep

Have you swimming

Have you sleeping with the fishes

No pacific, be specific when you dissing

Must be tripping come up missing no magician

Don't think that its sweet cause I'm on your TV tho

I'm cute but it gets ugly when I'm off the TV show

Please bring me some tp I'm the Sugar Honey Ice Tea

Something like a nightmare, these kids don't wanna see me

I just bought a benz so I'm wood grain gripping

Pull up on you right now anybody get it

You know where to find me I'm the princess in my city

Lil buddy must be tripping really rapping how I'm living

I'm on southside with it

Riverdale with it

Old nat with it

College park with it

Highway 85 with it

Godby road with it

Grove street with it

Tara boulevard with it

Lil girl, big boss all I hang with big dogs

All these kids they scared of me

Make em jump like Criss Cross

That thang same like Vandross

Flow nasty like no draws

I'm dripping like soy sauce

These rappers they broke they need red cross

I think these rappers they punk

Dressed in all black like a nun

This mouth they want none

I am at the top like a bun

You below me like a bunk bed

I got beef if they want that

Out in France getting to the french bread

And if they sleeping on me

I'm a put em on they death bed

I just bought a benz so I'm wood grain gripping

Pull up on you right now anybody get it

You know where to find me I'm the princess in my city

Lil buddy must be tripping really rapping how I'm living

I'm on southside with it

Riverdale with it

Old nat with it

College park with it

Highway 85 with it

Godby road with it

Grove street with it

Tara boulevard with it

Response Diss lyrics - Miss Mulatto

Muthfucka say what!

Latto, let her know (stupid!)

You know how these folks talking 'bout they getting money, but ain't getting no money (dummy!)

Talking 'bout they booking shows, but ain't booking no shows (dummy!)

You wasn't talking 'bout nothing when I touched down in Houston (cause you know better ha, stupid!)

First thing first (wassap?) when you grew some balls?

Stop playing, you couldn't even pick up the phone when I called

What I did in Houston, I dare you to pull that in the South (Southside!)

Fifteen with fifteen bodies, my flow nasty like her draws (ugh)

Lil' Thot-thot (ugh), how both of your parents in the crack pot? (living)

Pipe down, 'cause we both know you ain't what you rap 'bout (you a joke) you a joke

Tell your mama come work at my store (I'll give you a job!)

Should've never quit her job just to bring an L home

I'm too old; well, my little sister fourteen and she on go (I swea' to)

I swear to God when we see you, either one of us gone wipe your nose

I did a show... in your city (I did), and I left untouched (I did)

I'm the princess in the A, and the H; now wassap?

You ain't gone buck (not at all), and let's not get on your daddy (no)

That man really gay (why?), 'cause your mama a tranny

Already peeped, why her voice so deep?

I'm a beat this girl to sleep, have her counting white sheep

Ooou, she talking hard; that lisp got her tripping (stupid)

I'm a put some money on her head like she stripping

I know your daddy wrote it, just tell me what he was sniffing (crackhead)

I'm a put a dent in her chin like Peter Griffin (stupid)

Yeah, she got me bent (she got me bent); talking 'bout that she rich (girl, you's a lie)

Girl, they used your Rap Game check to pay the rent ('cause y'all broke)

Don't flex: you texted my phone talking 'bout "girl, let's just be friends"

Really feel bad for the H, this who y'all let represent

By the way, you really soft

You cried in the Rap Game house like errday (little crybaby)

And no, I didn't sign; I keep everything I make (yes, I do)

Tell the truth, let's just be honest

They should've let you win that chain (why?)

'Cause I know you tired of asking Johnny Dang to borrow bling

This is big ol' facts (big facts)

I'm finna call Defax (why?)

I would beat you up, but your mama already does that

She want beef? It's a plate (yeah)

Call me ugly? It's a hate (yeah)

And my heart might pump Kool-Aid (yeah) 'cause sweet girls like you get ate

You only get booked (uh-huh) when promoters can't afford me

Run this girl up out her city like I did extortion (I did)

Stomp her out and put her on a shoe like she Jordan

I just killed this, baby, like she did her abortion (that's tea)

Ooou, no you didn't, yeah

Y'all know who I be

Folks get hard on Twitter, but can't pick up the phone

Really run my city (forreal)

The real Princess

That way

You really look up to me though

Tell the truth, yeah

I could be your mama, little girl, stop playing with me

I ain't even finna call my daddy on your daddy (for what?)

I can pay him myself

And I run the A, all the way to the H (and your mama can get it too)

And I run the A, all the way to the H (your little sister, your little brother)

Goofy!

Put a cape on 'em, bet they be Supa Mad

Smoking On My Ex Pack (Freestyle) lyrics - Latto

Big Latto, damn

Big Latto, damn

Mulatto

Damn, this nigga did me foul

He got me losing weight

Tried to go big and now he losing faith

I done seen hoes come and go

So I ain't never phased (Uh-huh)

Better ask my last nigga

Ain't a bitch can take my place (Huh)

Sundress with no panties on

But I wear the pants (Pants)

I been showing my ass without a Onlyfans ('fans)

You know, the rumors come with privacy (Uh-huh)

Hmm, more money, more anxiety (Grr)

Let this nigga tell it, I be tripping for no reason

Of course, I took 'em back

You know, I'm Mrs. Get Even

Bitch, I'm Mrs. Last laugh

Turned the gang into my staff, no cap

I done checked more pussies then a pap (Bitch)

Smoking on my ex (Grr)

Shitting on his bitch

Thinking 'bout my sex

All this water on my wrist (Uh)

Got 'em thinking I switched

Nah, Big Energy just hit

If you think a nigga ain't claiming this

You smoking dick, that's a joke

And it's still giving coke (And what?)

And I still ain't post my nigga (And what?)

Made 'em pull they true religion back out

With just a picture (Haha)

Yes, I swallow everytime

How you think I got the Vette? (Skrrt)

How you think I got the Lamb? (Skrrt)

Y'all too easily impressed

Stop comparing me to trends

'Fore I'm smoking on yo' fav' (Damn)

Eyes lower than the bar

I'm from Atlanta, don't get brave (Brr)

Bitch, makeup needs me

The, "She don't write" rumored weak (Uh-huh)

Y'all too goddamn gullible

I could do this in my sleep (Damn)

Disrespect will be not tolerated (Uh-uh)

22' I dominated (Yeah)

Yeah, I see the talk

I'm busy celebrating these nominations

Smokin' on my ex pack tonight

Smokin' on my ex pack tonight

Smokin' on my ex pack tonight

Smokin' on—

You can trust in me

I can, you said

"I can trust in you"

I can

Special lyrics - Lyrical Lemonade, Latto, Swae Lee & Aminé

Look

It's either you with me or you not, no in-between

I used to need you but now bitches need a drink

A bitch just need to think, ping my old fling, and link

Had to tell him bye, bye, bye, we ain't never been in sync

Used to hit it on the sink, in my kidney, off the bean

I gave your ass the world and showed you shit you'd never seen

But you ain't appreciate it

You came stressed and left alleviated

You came broke and then left fixed, that shit is crazy, ain't it?

I don't rent, I own, I don't kid, I'm grown

'Fore I fuck another nigga, I'll admit, I'm gone

I don't pick, get both, I don't spit or choke

You gon' think 'bout me forever, welcome to Death Row, nigga

I wish I could unlove you

Fuck that, I wish I could unfuck you

I really wish I never met you

This the last time I make a nigga feel special

You know you special

You act like I ain't changed a bitch since I met you

Some of us grow in different places, baby, cycle

How the fuck we fightin' in Majorca islands?

You turned into a stranger

I need to U-turn and come and get ya

Let's keep it lose, don't need to be extra

You want the truth but I'm not a confessor

Bumpin' Bound 2, going for a round two

How I'm feeling blue but I'm kinda not soon

Fuck what you thought but not what you've been through

Betrayal feel worse then a rib tattoo

I don't wanna love again

I don't wanna love again

Hit it raw dog, she say I'm raw, dawg

Where I come from, them other girls crawl

On a tight schedule, I'm shinin', celestial

6:00 am texts, so I made her feel special

Rockin' nylon

All them damn VVS's shinin' all on 'em

Make me bad, bad, she don't trip, I'm 'bout calls

Every time I'm with her, man, she make me feel gone

I wish I could unlove you

Fuck that, I wish I could unfuck you

I really wish I never met you

This the last time I make a nigga feel special

Sunday Service lyrics - Latto

Go Grizz

Pooh, you a fool for this one

B-B-Bankroll Got It

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)

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

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)

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

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)

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

Sunday Service (Remix) lyrics - Miss Mulatto (feat. Megan Thee Stallion & Flo Milli)

Do you rap or do you tweet? 'Cause I can't tell, get in the booth, bitch

(Go Grizz)

(Pooh, you a fool for this one)

(B-B-Bankroll Got It)

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 (Bah)

Fuck what these hoes sayin' 'cause my nigga say I'm perfect, anyway (Flo Milli shit)

Since a jit, thought I was grown (Haha), I ain't never watched my tone (Never)

I would cry over these niggas, but a bitch never alone (Aw)

Wanna fight me 'bout some dick 'cause you checkin' niggas' phones (Huh?)

I hope that ain't your only nigga, he ain't never comin' home (Damn)

Ho, I'll take over your city (City), bitch, you pussy, you a kitty (Kitty)

We pull up like Sunday Service, beat a bitch and show no pity (Haha)

I don't sing R&B, but when I ride that dick, we playin' Jodeci (Ooh)

A lotta ass, but I'm petite, lil' chocolate, I'm his favorite treat (Favorite treat)

And my Haitian say I'm perfect, try me, he gon' curse you

She be tough online, but sweet in person, where the other version? (Bitch)

Killin' hoes, they ridin' off in hearses (Bye)

Why the fuck you let me meet your nigga if you know he thirsty? Stupid bitch

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 (Bah)

Fuck what these hoes sayin' 'cause my nigga say I'm perfect, anyway

Hmm, y'all know who the fuck it is

The most loved, the most hated

The highest anticipated

The one your nigga wish he dated, hahaha

Real hot girl shit, ayy

Bitches must be tryna save the planet, recyclin' all my old niggas (Recyclin' all my old niggas)

Trends you think you settin', I had that shit on in my old pictures (Yeah)

I'm standin' on business (Yeah), he actin' up, then I'ma pivot (I'ma pivot)

What the fuck I look like trippin' on one out of seven billion? (Hahaha)

I meet the goalpost when it's movin', they say I can't, then I do it (Yeah)

Your favorite rapper might not like me, but his boo gon' jam my music (Ah)

Blue checks, big influence, chain glow like Hallelujah (On the gang)

I see you barkin' at me for attention, I'll never throw the bone to ya (Ayy)

Ass on Texas, niggas wanna hold it (Mwah, baow)

Player face card, bitch, you know I ain't foldin' (Baow, baow)

Baddie, make a ho mad like Rollie (Yeah, yeah)

Diamonds get tested, we see who the coldest

These bitches tryna be funny, they joking

Everything Megan put out, I own it

I don't care who you think hotter than me

Ain't a bitch stepped I ain't smokin'

He was in my DMs beggin', now he in my mentions hatin' (In my mentions hatin')

That's exactly why you bitch-ass niggas get no conversation (Shh)

Throwin' salt gon' kill a snail, but won't do nothin' to a player (Yeah, yeah, do nothin' to a player)

All it did was make more niggas throw the coin to me like a wishing well (Ah)

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 (Bah)

Fuck what these hoes sayin' 'cause my nigga say I'm perfect (Tuh)

He a bird to me, these bitches hot like third-degree

Tuh

Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service

Anyway (Anyway)

Bitch, you a clown and I'm allergic

Come on

Fuck what these hoes sayin', 'cause my nigga say I'm perfect (Tuh)

Super Gremlin Freestyle lyrics - Miss Mulatto

Yeah, we could be superstars

We been rather wreckin' cars

What is at stake for us?

Kickin' off power mirrors (Yeah, Latto)

Yeah, we could be superstars (The Biggest)

But I'm pretty sure our time is up (Ayy)

And so we fell off the spinning tops (Ayy)

Don't know, maybe for trials (Ayy)

But way more error (Ayy, ayy, yeah)

Never too famous to hop on these beats and remind 'em Big Latto as big as it gets (Yeah)

Still tryna hear from a nigga I love that switched

But fuck it, I'm burnin' that bridge (Fuck it)

How could you leave me? You know I needed you, daddy

They askin', "What happened?" but they can't imagine

I'm lowkey grateful, you made me a savage (Phew)

The Biggest, the Baddest, I ain't even cappin'

I'm built like a stallion, the symbol of Sag's (Ah)

I should be DJ'ing, I'm quick to drop me a bitch in the mix, givin' beats and scratches (Brrtt, brrtt)

Got in my Pop bag just for the hell of it

Now I'm Top 40 but y'all was just laughin' (Yeah)

Most of these bitches be dry hatin', holdin' they nuts on me

'Cause they know I'm on they asses (Ayy)

Latto got next, fuck that, I got now (Ayy)

I came way too far to throw in the towel (Bitch)

I let bitches think the beef died down 'til I catch 'em off guard, make my rounds

I got no fear in my heart, fear no person, no place or no thing, like a motherfuckin' noun (Yeah)

I told my nigga, "The Birkins and cars is cool but loyalty got no ammount" (On God)

Don't need ghostwriters or a co-signer (Nah)

Cold world so my coat designer (Brrr)

He could tell I grew up on Eve, on and off the dick, I'm a Ruff Ryder (Uh)

Couple bitches showed me they cards, so I cut 'em off and I declined 'em (Ayy)

I got doors to open and rooms to go, had to fall back like a recliner (On God)

That probably went over their heads (Their heads)

I'm probably somewhere on a jet (On a jet)

They probably don't wanna fuck with me 'cause they know Big Latto a threat (On God)

I'm always on point, ain't talkin' index (Finger)

Keith, I make these bitches sweat (Singer)

Nah, you don't gotta ask where I'm at, I'm always on these bitches necks (On God)

Damn, lil' bitch, you trippin', we could've been superstars

Remember sharin' clothes and cars

Now you know it's up for you

You switched like a hatin' ass bitch

Damn, lil' nigga, you trippin', we 'posed to been superstars

That money be the root of all

Now it ain't safe for you

You switched like the rest of 'em do

Technique (Sprite Limelight) lyrics - Latto (feat. Eric B. & Rakim)

Don't sweat the technique

Don't sweat the technique

Never sweat the technique

Latto

It's trap season

No sleep

I been trendin' all week

7 days, all the talk weak

Cheap

I ain't worried 'bout sneaks

Made a hunnit' more when them songs got leaked

Don't sweat the technique

Never sweat the technique

Don't sweat the technique

Never sweat the technique

Don't sweat the technique

Never sweat the technique

Don't sweat the technique

Never sweat the technique

Got signed right before the pandemic, didn't stop

Dropped a song with my favorite rapper, what up Guwop!

Rap too easy, hit the switch and went pop

Bet' not hold your breath if you're waiting on me to flop

I just dropped another bop

Crowd or my body I don't gotta photoshop

I just hit up Wafi and went heavy on the watch

Heavy with the chops, I go heavy on my ops

I been at it since 8 years old

You know how many rappers I done see come and go

777, I ain't sell my soul

First chick from the A that went plat' and gold

No sleep

I been trendin' all week

7 days, all the talk weak

Cheap

I ain't worried 'bout sneaks

Made a hunnit' more when them songs got leaked

Don't sweat the technique

Never sweat the technique

Don't sweat the technique

Never sweat the technique

Tell me when they made it cool to be a hater

Every year I'm going bigger doing greater

Got em dissing for a spot, I keep it player

Puttin' on for my city, Clayton County to Decatur

Quarter million on some toys for the hood

Employ the crew, make sure errybody good

Put my momma in a Range as I should

I'm from the South, I ain't going Hollywood

I been at it since 8 years old

24, still got room to grow, still got plans and goals

Still watchin, she a fan, for sho'

Ten toes and it's still Latto, let 'em know

No sleep

I been trendin' all week

7 days, all the talk weak

Cheap

I ain't worried 'bout sneaks

Made a hunnit' more when them songs got leaked

Don't sweat the technique

Never sweat the technique

Don't sweat the technique

Never sweat the technique

Don't sweat the technique

Never sweat the technique

Don't sweat the technique

Never sweat the technique

Tha Fuck lyrics - Latto

(from "Bruised" soundtrack)

Whussup? whussup?

Oh hey

Big Latto

OG Parker

I slap the fuck out lil shawty, keep callin' my phone

Checkin' me 'bout a nigga

Ain't goin 'back and forth with you when my bag is bigger

The fuck wrong witcha?

Drop, the bag on yo head, they comin' to get ya

Check, cop the new Birkin bag just came with a pistol

I slap the fuck out of one of these punk ass niggas

I don't play 'bout my money

Nah, I can't walk in without it

Plus I need the back end, all blue hunnids

Drop the bag on your head, they comin' to get ya

Don't want your nigga, baby, his pockets too little

Walk in the club and I fuck it up

I don't talk much, I just run it up

Know they call me back end Latto

I did 3 show 1 night, sum it up

Got these rap hoes tryna keep up

Ran down on 'em, made 'em give it up

Shawty if it's smoke, lemme know what's up

All you had to do was just speak up

I slap the fuck out a hoe like a mack

Latto don't play 'bout that bag, and that's facts

3 black truck, back to back

Don't need security, shooters riding in the back

These bitches wack, keep this shit in stack

I came for the racks, I ain't came for the chat

Like a quarterback, I run with the sack

Don't get attached, 'cause this ain't that

I slap the fuck out lil shawty, keep callin' my phone

Checkin' me 'bout a nigga

Ain't goin' back and forth with you when my bag is bigger

The fuck wrong witcha?

Drop, the bag on yo head, they comin' to get ya

Check, cop the new Birkin bag, it came with a pistol

I slap the fuck out of one of these punk ass niggas

I don't play 'bout my money

Nah, I can't walk in without it

Plus I need the back end, all blue hunnids

Drop the bag on your head, they comin' to get ya

Don't want your nigga, baby, his pockets too little

I slap the fuck out lil shawty, keep callin' my phone

Checkin' me 'bout a nigga

Ain't goin' back and forth with you when my bag is bigger

The fuck wrong witcha?

Drop, the bag on yo head, they comin' to get ya

Check, cop the new Birkin bag, it came with a pistol

I slap the fuck out of one of these punk ass niggas

I don't play 'bout my money

The Biggest lyrics - Miss Mulatto

The blogs wanna know who I'm fuckin

Rap bitches ain't talkin' bout nothin'

Fuck it

I'll change my name but I bet they still gon' find somethin'

Y'all ain't bully me out my shit

Dropped hits I still ain't miss

New money, new crib, new whip, new name

I'm still that bitch

Only bitch from my city went platinum

You know who the biggest is quit cappin

Plaques, money, stacks bitch I'm havin'

These bitches be talkin' more than they be rappin

Labels tryna make another Latto

Birkin hold my lip gloss and hollows

Clayco baby love Joy tomorrow?

Playin both sides get unfollowed

Right my wrongs hope I say it right

But they gon' hate til I'm dead right?

If a hatin' bitch wan see me stop

She gon' haveto catch me at the red light

Went from the favorite to the most hated

How a bitch overpaid but still underrated?

Don't want no sympathy just know I changed it

I'll be damned if the name the reason I don't make it

It contradicted what I stand for

The backlash ain't what I planned for

Now I know better, so I'm moving better

Ten toes to the damn floor

Misunderstood so I made it official

Changed the name watch they still make it a issue

Big Latto bitch ain't nothin bout me little

Let me show you bitches how to ball when all odds against you

The blogs wanna know who I'm fuckin

Rap bitches ain't talkin' bout' nothin'

Fuck it

I'll change my name but I bet they still gon' find somethin'

Y'all ain't bully me out my shit

Drop hits I still ain't miss

New money, new crib, new whip, new name

I'm still that bitch

The blogs wanna know who I'm fuckin

Rap bitches ain't talkin' bout' nothin'

Fuck it

I'll change my name but I bet they still gon' find somethin'

Y'all ain't bully me out my shit

Drop hits I still ain't miss

New money, new crib, new whip, new name

I'm still that bitch

First I wasn't tryna hear the facts

If they don't understand me kiss my ass

But lookin' back that was immature

Some shit you should just leave in the past

I tried to turn a negative to a positive

But now I see the big deal

How you choose a name like that

In a world where ya people gettin' killed?

I jumped off the porch at nothin' but 8

The name was given if you knew the case

I was too young for the debate

But now I take the blame for my mistakes

They don't wanna talk about the good

Like when I spent Christmas in the hood

That shit barely got a million views

If it ain't drama than it's overlooked

Misunderstood so I made it official

Changed the name watch they still make it a issue

Big Latto bitch ain't nothin bout me little

Let me show you bitches how to ball when all odds against you

The blogs wanna know who I'm fuckin

Fuck it

I'll change my name but I bet they still gon' find somethin'

The Grinch Freestyle lyrics - Luh Tyler & Latto

[Latto:]

Nigga callin' like come home, why you actin' like the Grinch? (Brrt)

Boy, you better watch your tone 'fore I show you how it get

I buy all my friends Chanel for they birthday 'cause I'm rich

Way too player, I'll never keep the beef up 'bout some dick (Never)

Stand on business, pull up and get busy, pick a place (Buh)

Hoes ain't tryna fight, they swingin' belts and pullin' lace (Buh, buh)

Let that ho think I forgot, when I catch her, I'ma blank

Got these diamonds on the sink, shit water, hit like tank (Water)

Bitches think they ballin', but they really Ja Morant (They ain't)

Like a two-year old in diapers, walk 'round like my shit don't stink

Ain't got time for a ho even when I'm on vacation

And I wish a bitch would, roll her up and I'ma face 'em

[Luh Tyler:]

Wish a nigga would, try to spark somethin' up, he gon' get smoked

Man, my nigga crazy and he ready to strike just like Lil' Boat

All this off the head, bitch, you can't name a song I ever wrote

I told your bitch that I'm a dog, but she keep callin' me the GOAT

Man, we gettin' this bread, no, we ain't fallin' out about no ho

Bitch, I'm a money fiend, if I ain't gettin' pape', then I can't go

Like how he bringin' in that cash so fuckin' fast, you niggas slow

My brand new bitch, I rip her out the plastic, fuck her on the floor

[Latto:]

Yeah, he don't know if he want Latto or big Big Brook, we both cold

I been doin' bitches greasy, this shit jumpin' off the stove (Damn)

I done turned that nigga out, he eatin' ass and lick his holes

Y'all be bendin' over backwards, I don't choose, I eat toes

He like, "Baby, what's your sign?" I say, "Baby, I'm a throat GOAT"

I sit on his lap like Santa and I tell him what I want

Every day, I put it on, hit the 'Gram and strike a pose

Don't even ask me where I'm at, bitch, I'm always in my tote

[Luh Tyler:]

Don't even ask me where I'm at, you know I'm always in my bag

I done finally ran it up, man, that's why all these niggas mad

Bitch, my diamonds hit without no flash and all my bitches bad

Pull up and I get that fuckin' cash and then we do the dash

[Latto:]

All these niggas on me bad, is it the face or it's the ass?

Put more rappers down than Fani Willis, bitches go out bad

Bring my shit out from the back, I don't get it off the rack

If I catch that nigga cheatin', then we goin' tit for tat

[Luh Tyler:]

This bitch callin' like, "Come home," why you actin' l like the Grinch?

Niggas mad to see up in the game, they sittin' on the bench

Ever since I jumped up on that mic, ain't been broke ever since

Nigga, I just walk up to a check and did my money dance

[Latto:]

Nigga callin' like come home, why you actin' like the Grinch? (Brrt)

Boy, you better watch your tone 'fore I show you how it get

I buy all my friends Chanel for they birthday 'cause I'm rich

Way too player, I'll never keep the beef up 'bout some dick (Never)

[Outro:]

(Pooh, you a fool for this one)

(Go Grizz)

UNAVAILABLE (Latto Remix) lyrics - DaVido & Latto (feat. Musa Keys)

[DaVido:]

Baddest, you know

Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh

Tune into the king of sounds and blues

(Initiating rage process)

I'm unavailable (Unavailable)

Dem no dey see me (Dem no dey see)

I'm unavailable (Unavailable)

Dem no dey see me (Dem no dey see)

I'm unavailable (Unavailable)

Dem no dey see me (Dem no dey see)

I'm unavailable (Unavailable)

Dem no dey see me (Dem no dey see)

And I sorry for who wan (Who wan), who wan gbe my matter s'ori

I'm only human (Human), so make nobody para, oh

Say I carry woman (Woman), shey na man wey I for carry?

Fuck all the rumours, abi e get when I talk say I be pastor

Mm, yeah-yeah, if you know, you, oh

The kind work, if it's not owo, oh

I can't talk 'cause, owo ni koko (Koko)

Oga Ade dey your dey, me, I dey for the dey, girl, I'm unavailable

[DaVido {Latto}:]

I'm unavailable (Unavailable)

Dem no dey see me (Dem no dey see)

I'm unavailable (Unavailable)

Dem no dey see me (Dem no dey see)

I'm unavailable (Unavailable)

Dem no dey see me {Yeah} (Dem no dey see)

I'm unavailable {Big Latto} (Unavailable)

Dem no dey see me (Dem no dey see)

[Latto:]

Unavailable, unapproachable, out of reach

I got ninety-nine problems and it's never me

I have dragged that wagon like a fucking chick (Skrt)

You took care of a thing for me, but accountability

Bad girl, you like when I whine (I whine)

I ain't let a nigga waste my time (My time)

Heels wide, no waist, no lie (No lie)

Deep dive, skin, face so (Oh my)

In a 'kini on a yatcht-o, close to my ghetto angels when I'm on the top floor (Yeah, top floor)

Tried to cover the blood, though, outside, fucking up the streets like the pothole

He want closure in the condo, too late, tell a nigga, beat it like a banjo (Brr)

Picky who spend your time on, tuh, picky who I make time for

[Musa Keys:]

Them streets be complicating my life, I don't have no time, sana

Come see me shining, got too many birds on my IG

I'm changing my life, oh, got my mama proud, innit?

She kept me going, this fame took all my freedom omo

'Cause I'm a big propeller, save your rumors

Girl go jealous, got a big banana

I'm a big propeller, save the rumors

Girl go jealous, got a big banana

'Cause I'm a big propeller, save the rumors

Girl go jealous, got a big banana

I'm a big propeller, save the cheddar

Fuck their father, chiki-chi-chiki-chi-chi

[DaVido:]

I'm unavailable (Unavailable)

Dem no dey see me (Dem no dey see)

I'm unavailable (Unavailable)

Dem no dey see me (Dem no dey see)

I'm unavailable (Unavailable)

Dem no dey see me (Dem no dey see)

I'm unavailable (Unavailable)

Dem no dey see me (Dem no dey see)

XXL Freshman 2020 - Miss Mulatto

Yeah, they call me back in, 'Latto, three shows, one night

Bitch, I'm too rich to fight, your head ain't nothin' but a price

I don't got a type, long his bag bigger than mine

Nigga, I'm spoiled 'cause my folks and them was movin' that white

You might see me out with one of my niggas in public

I ain't trippin', he ain't hit it, can't name one that I'm fuckin'

You know 'Latto lowkey, I'm a young OG

You can't play a player, real P-I-M-P

I seen my ex the other day, that nigga started to cry

I see these bitches sneak dissin', they know better to try

'Cause like a checked bag we ain't lettin' that shit fly

Big 'Latto got 'em big mad and you see why

I'm pimpin' niggas like Chyna, pussy all on his liner

Four, five different designers, they all like, "I shoulda signed her"

Can't keep up but they tryna, bitch, you play like a vinyl

When he ask, "Is this pussy mine?" I told 'em, "Kinda"

XXL Freshmen 2020 Cypher - Part 3 lyrics - Fivio Foreign, 24kGoldn, Mulatto, Calboy

[Fivio Foreign:]

Oh Lord, Jetson made another one

Viral, baow, ooh, yeah

Viral, yeah, uh

[Mulatto:]

Growin' up, my favorite rapper was Gucci

I feel like that say it all

I got a bag and pay for my sister's tuition

I paid it off, I'ma boss on my ex nigga, laid him off

If I rap it, I wrote it, I make the calls

Who else do you know that came from a TV show

Turned down a deal and still taking off? Hm

Real gutter, bitch, I'm from Clayco'

Birkin so big, fit the Draco

Bitch better find her somebody to play with

'Fore I get her tucked like some Play-Doh, huh

I make him slurp me, alfredo, huh

He eat me out in a raincoat

Pussy like lean, I put him to sleep

He say, "Your shit cut with that karo"

I don't gotta rap about sex

But this shit way too good not to brag on

I ain't even fuck a rap nigga yet

But if Fivio want to, then I ain't gon' pass on

Yeah, bitch, I get my MAC on

He ain't trickin', I skip him like bad songs

I drip-dropped a hundred on jewelry during a pandemic

Yeah, my money that long

I donated too, so don't mock me

They like outside of rap, what's your hobby?

Is shittin' on bitches a hobby?

Insecure bitch that make her nigga block me

We sixty-nine, no Tekashi

Difference is he better not go tell nobody

I was just watching this cypher last year now

Look at me now, only God can stop me

[24kGoldn:]

Hey, outta control, I'm doing shows

In quarantine over the FaceTime

She wanna rock, I wanna roll

Overseas, over the dateline

Dropped out of college, but I'm still a freshman

I'm 'bout to blow up in every direction

I need to know if we share a connection or not

'Cause then I'm just stirring the pot

I got it hot, niggas is talkin' a lot

But don't really talk when they flop

I got a mop to clean up the mess

That they made on my way to the tippity-top, bippity-bop

Supercalifragilistic expeditious, spin off the block

I got a plaque, and some rockets, some rap on my back

So just wait 'til you see me do pop, uh

Got your girl TikTok'ing to my shit

I see Fivi' in the cut

Woo-walkin' in this bitch

I see Cal' gettin' wild, see this style too legit

And Mulatto, she a queen

Put a crown on that head, hey

I don't want fans, I want stans

Tattoo my name on your neck so it last

I don't do free, need a fee

Somethin' to tuck in these bell bottom jeans

You know I'm too legit to quit, we do this everyday

From L.A. to the Bay, you know we never play

[Fivio Foreign:]

Yeah

Look, uh, all this ice on

I gotta roll with the Python

Uh, shooter, shootin'

Whatever he laying his sights on

They gotta turn up to my songs

Big flex, right arm

Big flex, bright arm

I got different type of Nikes on

And I'm not a liar, uh

And I don't get tired, uh

I got hitmans for sale

Uh, and I'm lookin' for a buyer, look

I see a opp and it's quiet

I see a opp and it's quiet, look

He wanna get lit, I set him on fire

Wanna get lit, I set him on fire

Feds snitchin', talkin' through the wire

We find who you is, we figure you out

We make you retire, look, uh

Word to my mama

I sleep with the .40 tucked in my pajamas, look, uh

Run up on me and I'ma go bonkers, look, uh

I make it hot, sauna, little mami, I am not on ya'

You fucked up, you fucked me, that is not karma, look

I put the Glocks on you

Sendin' shots, those is not warnings, uh

I am the top foreign

State to state and I was not tourin', look

I sit in the seat, look

And I catch it if she throw it to me

They fallin' asleep

But I'd never let them fumble the dream

Uh, yeah

And I'd never let them humble the team, look

And that's comin' from me

I call the movers and they comin' at three, grr, baow

[Calboy:]

Ayy, uh, yeah, ayy, ayy

I ain't been getting no sleep

'Cause, nigga, I'm trapping a lot, ayy

No, I'm not talking 'bout Polo

But niggas be capping a lot, ayy

I gotta ride with that Nina

'Cause niggas be yapping a lot, ayy

I got some aim with that glizzy

I blew his lil' cap off his top, for real

I got some boys just locked down in the cage

I know some boys from the sandbox

Prolly won't see them boys 'til the grave

I got some secrets we kept in the streets

Prolly gotta take that to the grave

Most of my niggas, we came up from nothin'

But trappin', bitch, we had it made, for real

"And Cal the Wild ain't bring no lyrics with 'em

But them niggas with 'em

Cal the Wild ain't move no muscle, shorty

Bet them niggas get 'em"

Uncle Westly taught me how to trap, so I'd grow bigger than 'em

Everyday I'm on finessin' shit in some different denim

I had problems with my demons, shorty, I been feelin' bitter

I had problems with my feelings, shorty, I ain't feelin' better

Fell in love, this bitch, she trap, she try to dog me like a kennel

If he disrespect the squad, that's on Jawad, we gotta kill 'em

[Fivio Foreign:]

Baow, we gotta kill 'em

Viral

2020 Freshman, grr

You got it, gang

Baow, uh

Yeah, 2020 Freshman

This the best one, baow