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Beat Box (with Mulatto) - Big Latto Mix
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Damn E, this shit exclusive (Big Latto)
I told ya I'm that bitch from the South, I'll knock a nigga socks off
I'm outside swingin' sticks, I ain't talkin' Topgolf (grrt)
I been killin' features, I'm on everythin' like hot sauce (on God)
So don't act like I ain't been that bitch since I popped off (bitch)
Big chains hang 'round me, loiterin' (yeah), wifey bring them pointers in (ice)
Show 'em the end of the road, I ain't into turnin' boys to men (the fuck?)
Walk through, that's 40 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 done went big", so what, bitch? I did (I did)
Bitches ain't on shit but dick, I'm pullin' triggers, not no wigs (yeah, brrt-boom)
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 fav' is a freak thot (on God), no walls, sheet rock
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 Bentayga, everythin' motherfuckin' big
I'm the biggest, ha
Bur-bur-burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Thuggin' in my Reeboks, ridin' wit' a G-SHOCK (ridin' wit' a glizzy)
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beatbox
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beatbox
In Miami with my motherfuckin' heat out
Wit' another nigga bitch, said she got her feet out
I walked in the party, I'm on my big goon shit
Ready to get it started, bitch, I got no sense
Oh, he the plug, ridin' 'round with four bricks
Call me Kobe, 24 on me
Can't fuck wit' her no more, that lil' bitch, she do the most
I get my groove on e'ry time I see them folks
I got the antidote, I'm thinkin' that's somethin' you need to know
I'm smooth, and I'm cold, she know my wrist on froze
Skinny jeans on wit' a big bankroll
She playin' my song, I got her takin' off her thong
I'm tryna get it on, she feelin' all over my Peter bone
Two rights don't make a wrong, it just go on and on
I'm kickin' shit like Jackie Chan 'til they got my kicks on
I aim, I hit my target, I'ma up this bitch regardless
Bur-bur-burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Th-th-thuggin' in my Reeboks, ridin' wit' a G-SHOCK (ridin' wit' a glizzy)
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beatbox
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beatbox