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Latto
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Holt-May
Songwriter
Ryan Martinez
Songwriter
Alyssa Stephens
Songwriter
Terence Williams
Songwriter
Joshua Parker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
OG Parker
Producer
Gry
Producer
Romano
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah
Yeah, she poppin' that shit like she sell Percs
Brand new Chanel purse
Big Latto just pulled up in Hellcats
But I went through Hell first
Walk out the bank with some big racks
Might hop in the Lamb, skrrt
I came from the bottom, the Southside
Now when I pull up they mouths wide
Free all my niggas that's inside
I'm with the robbers and killers, we outside
Know this pussy ain't average
Come and flood me with them karats (ice)
VVS all on my ring, this ain't come from Jerry's (yeah, yeah)
I'm a freak in the house when I'm out in these streets, I'm a savage (yeah)
Latto (yeah)
He lucky if he hit the Latto
These niggas be starin', I pull up McLaren
I'm swervin' and dodgin' these pot holes (skrrt)
These hoes think it's sweet, but I'm keepin' the peace
You know that them killers on my go (buck)
I ain't squashin' no beef, I come from the streets
I can't go back and forth with no thot hoe, yeah
Latto (Latto)
He lucky if he hit the Latto (Latto)
These niggas be starin', I pull up McLaren (uh-uh)
I'm swervin' and dodgin' these pot holes (skrrt)
These hoes think it's sweet, but I'm keepin' the peace
You know that them killers on my go (buck, buck, buck, buck)
I ain't squashin' no beef, I come from the streets (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I can't go back and forth with no thot hoe (hell nah), yeah
Bitch, I go ape in the booth
Amber Rose take the top off the coupe (skrrt)
Hold the stick, damn, bitch, make a move (buck)
Baby Latto make the news (yeah, yeah)
Ooh, pussy wet, don't need no lube (yeah, yeah)
Ooh, he jump in it like the pool (pool)
Been had that bag when y'all was rockin' Trues
You ain't no gangsta, got bullied in school (haa)
Latto (Latto)
20 floors up on the top floor (nyoom)
I know they gon' feel me, low-key worth a milli' but still eatin' ten piece combos (what?)
I'm with your nigga in Cabo (yeah)
I make it clap, he say bravo (yeah)
You bitches is cap, this shit in my blood
My papa was partners with Pablo (on God)
Don't fuckin' play with me (yeah)
Shit get Jurassic (Clayco)
Don't play the Latto (don't play with her), haha
Nah, for real (nah, for real), yeah (yeah)
And I'm really like that for real, by the way (straight up)
Like that, like that
And I don't give a damn what you do, but don't play the Latto
Latto (yeah)
He lucky if he hit the Latto
These niggas be starin', I pull up McLaren
I'm swervin' and dodgin' these pot holes (skrrt)
These hoes think it's sweet, but I'm keepin' the peace
You know that them killers on my go (buck)
I ain't squashin' no beef, I come from the streets
I can't go back and forth with no thot hoe (hell nah), yeah
Writer(s): Ryan Alex Martinez, Jordan Holt-may, Joshua Parker, Alyssa Stephens, Terence Williams
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