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
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
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
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