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Ah, shit Oh Ice, uh-huh Big Latto (It's WHIPPED CREAM) Hop out the whip in Dior I push to start, ain't no key I blow a bag when I'm bored Don't leave your nigga 'round me (Uh) If I reach in that new Coco, I'm finna go loco, bitch, you better duck (Uh) Handle all my problems dolo, I'm pullin' up solo, bitch, just like my cup Hop out the 6 (Hop out the 6) And these bitches sick (And these bitches sick) I take your nigga and I flood his face, just like my wrist (Just like my wrist) And I want the smoke, I dare one these rap bitches go'n drop a diss The coupe automatic, but you know I'm still riding 'round with that stick Bitch, do I look like I care? (Care) Bitch, do I look like I'm scared? (Scared) Do I? Do I? Do I? Do I? I do not want your man (Your man) Bitch, do I look likе a fan? (Fan, WHIPPED CREAM) Do I? Do I? Do I? Do I? (WHIPPED CREAM) She do not want trouble SongtexteHop out the whip and I'm bustin' your bubblе We got the piece like a puzzle Hit like a belt buckle I let the cookie crumble, he eat it up and it's not subtle My drip is not humble, Henny buzz just like a bee, bumble (Bzzz) Fuck like aerobics, he wanna grab it He want my balance, he want some status Soon as I cash in, all of 'em dashin' I leave these hatin'-ass hoes in a casket Cremating the scene, we not fuckin' with average Bringin' the heat, it's gon' leave you in ashes Bitch, do I look like I care? (Care) Bitch, do I look like I'm scared? (Scared) Do I? Do I? Do I? Do I? I do not want you want your man (Your man) Bitch, do I look like a fan? (Fan) Do I? Do I? Do I? Do I? These bitches don't want no trouble I pull up on bitches and pop at they bubble Just want the face, I don't wanna cuddle Don't want your nigga 'cause he undercover Chill at the jeweler with VVs A rack for the sneaker, they CC I bet your lil' sister wan' meet me A nigga wan' freak me, but I make him eat me Big Latto worth a cool million That's why these hoes in they feelings Creep down your block and I kick door Them niggas still robbing and killing Fuck do you mean? I don't even read, but I keep magazines Can't sell my soul for no contract, nah, I ain't on that Bitch, stop playin' with me Bitch, do I look like I care? (Care) Bitch, do I look like I'm scared? (Scared) Do I? Do I? Do I? Do I? I do not want you want your man (Your man) Bitch, do I look like a fan? (Fan) Do I? Do I? Do I? Do I? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Aus Songtexte Mania