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Latto
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Randy Turner Jr.
Songwriter
Alyssa Stephens
Songwriter
Mark Bankhead
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RTJ
Producer
Bankhead
Producer
Lyrics
(Freak, freak, freak, freak)
Ooh, Bankhead, got them 808s
RTJ, yeah, yeah
Hoe-ass nigga, he ain't nothin' but a cheerleader
In the hood, doin' donuts in a two-seater (skrrt)
No pat down in the club with like two heaters
Take a nigga soul, I'm the motherfuckin' Grim Reaper
Ain't goin' back and forth with that little-bitty bitch (what?)
Know they call me Big Latto, so I pop big shit (big shit)
Get her knocked out, checkin' hoes off the hit list (pow)
Thirty bitches deep and they all with the shits (brr)
Bitch, little-bitty bitch (yeah, yeah, pussy)
Put that lil' money up, lil' nigga, that ain't shit (that ain't shit)
Yeah, bitch (brr), little-bitty bitch (little-bitty bitch, pussy)
Know some lil' hoe that got pressure but ain't did shit
(Yuh, yuh, yuh, ain't did shit, ain't did shit)
Ain't did shit, won't do shit, ain't on shit (nah)
These bitches be hatin', so I ride with the stick (pow)
Latto so fine, make him lie to his bitch (uhh)
Groupie-ass hoe, they be all in the mix (what?)
Stiff-ass booty, need to get shit fixed (ew)
Scary-ass hoes, y'all make me sick (what?)
I ain't runnin' from no smoke, bitch, it is what it is (buck, buck, buck)
Bitch, I ain't come here to talk (talk)
Cut all the cappin', we know that you soft (uh-huh)
Lame-ass hoe, you ain't seen what I saw (yuh)
I don't do the talkin', you know what I'm 'bout (yuh, yuh, uh-huh)
It's a hot girl summer, so I'm ridin' with the heater (ah)
Hot-headed bitch like I stay with a fever (woo)
Stay out my business, you work for them people (yeah)
Big Latto, bitch, I'm the pope and the preacher (real talk)
Hoe-ass nigga, he ain't nothin' but a cheerleader
In the hood, doin' donuts in a two-seater (skrrt)
No pat down in the club with like two heaters
Take a nigga soul, I'm the motherfuckin' Grim Reaper
Ain't goin' back and forth with that little-bitty bitch (what?)
Know they call me Big Latto, so I pop big shit (big shit)
Get her knocked out, checkin' hoes off the hit list (pow)
Thirty bitches deep and they all with the shits (brr)
Bitch, little-bitty bitch (yeah, yeah, pussy)
Put that lil' money up, lil' nigga, that ain't shit (that ain't shit)
Yeah, bitch (brr), little-bitty bitch (little-bitty bitch, pussy)
Know some lil' hoe that got pressure but ain't did shit
(Yuh, yuh, yuh, ain't did shit, ain't did shit)
Bald head stupid-ass hoe
Heard she a freak, put this pole down her throat (pow)
Fuckin' rich nigga, but your ass still broke
So why in the fuck is you fucking 'em for? (What?)
Ain't never danced, but I play with that pole (uh-huh)
Play with Big Latto, they wiping your nose
Stay true to the game, I stick to the code
Ain't squashin' no beef, we settle the score
Always on go, I stay ready (yeah)
Can't fuck with bitches, these bitches be petty
When I'm in that AMG talkin' that, catch me (ooh)
I let it spray on a bitch like R. Kelly (brr)
Latto a freak in the sheets (woo)
Latto go ape in the streets (woo)
Lil' mama swear we got beef
Don't even know that hoe but lil' shawty know me, yeah
Hoe-ass nigga, he ain't nothin' but a cheerleader
In the hood, doin' donuts in a two-seater (skrrt)
No pat down in the club with like two heaters
Take a nigga soul, I'm the motherfuckin' Grim Reaper
Ain't goin' back and forth with that little-bitty bitch (what?)
Know they call me Big Latto, so I pop big shit (big shit)
Get her knocked out, checkin' hoes off the hit list (pow)
Thirty bitches deep and they all with the shits (brr)
Bitch, little-bitty bitch (yeah, yeah, pussy)
Put that lil' money up, lil' nigga, that ain't shit (that ain't shit)
Yeah, bitch (brr), little-bitty bitch (little-bitty bitch, pussy)
Know some lil' hoe that got pressure but ain't did shit
(Yuh, yuh, yuh, ain't did shit, ain't did shit)
Writer(s): Alyssa Michelle Stephens, Mark Bankhead, Randy J. Turner Jr
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