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mulatto - big latto freestyle lyrics

[intro]
ay
southside sh-t

latto let ’em know
man these hoes be broke as h-ll, cap -ss b-tches
latto let ’em know
don’t forget it, princess of the southside, b-tch (ha)
queen clayco
still stay with they mama, grown as h-ll, get your -ss, get up off, get up off your -ss

ant chamberlain, that’s a hundred points

[verse]
yeah, ay, ay, ay

bad b-tch four pockets full, got him calling me his little baby(brrr)
ride it good, drive a n-gg- crazy, for eight miles like slim shady (skrrt)
full throttle, b-tch i’m never lazy (skrrt)
now he underwater like he in the navy (ay)
ex n-gg- drop the diss on me, i’d be mad too if my b-tch made me (ha)
i’m a real -ss b-tch (b-tch)
these hoes ain’t on sh-t, but d-ck (d-ck)
wonder why they call me latto, every n-gg- in this city wanna hit, yeah (uhh)
f-ck a one on one, all my dogs gon fight with me michael vick, yeah
when my ex lame -ss get mad, he threaten me to leak the flick (ha, ha, ha)
f-ck it, ay, i got more in the bank than they whole budget (yeah)
if that b-tch ain’t loyal, i’ma kick her out the group, letoya luckett (ay, f-ck)
still single cause i got my own, i refuse to be a n-gg- puppet (f-ck)
b-tches claim the hood, really from the boondocks, that’s uncle ruckus ( ha, ha, ha)
ay, i can’t break b-tch, i won’t even bend (nah)
check the peep hole, for you let him in (yeah)
if he broke, don’t you let that n-gg- hit (nah)
usain bolt, have him run up in yo sh-t (brrr)
you ain’t the boss, selling dimes and nicks (what?)
off white on me, like i’m moving bricks (ay)
i’m from clayco, southside sh-t, five six so slim thick (southside, ay)
ay i’ll get a n-gg- wiped down like boosie (boosie)
ay, i was 16 when i touched 6 figures, i ain’t no groupie (on god)
been doing this sh-t, i been a rich kid, no skooly (on god)
ay twelve got these n-gg-s wearing wires, ya’ll rat -ss can’t fool me (dummie, da f-ck)
hol up dog, i think the phone tapped (what?)
if i don’t know you, we ain’t gon tap (the what?)
he just text me in all caps (ay, ay)
hurry home, so i can hit from the back (yeet)
b-tches whack, nah they can’t really rap (h-ll nah)
it ain’t in the trunk, it’s on my lap (brrr)
turn a street n-gg- to a sap (f-ck)
finesse a rich n-gg- like baps (aha)
i watch em change on me like quarters, they two faced (they fake -ss)
she keep my name in her mouth more than her tooth paste (man da f-ck)
ran down had that b-tch shook like old bay (oh she shook)
new bae can’t even keep his eyes off me like 2k
i’m runnin circles round these rap hoes, like nascar (skrrt)
i like trappers and jackers (brrr)
i don’t even reply to dms from rap stars (f-ck, grrra)
really got that super soaker, he don’t gotta spit start (what?)
no key, that’s push start (skrrt)
networth going up, i’m getting more paper than a bookmark
little b-tch (brrr)

[outro]
southside sh-t
man these b-tches be broke as h-ll cap -ss b-tches
don’t forget it, princess of the southside, b-tch
still stay with they mama, grown as h-ll, get your a- get up off, get up off your -ss

- mulatto lyrics

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