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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 swinging sticks, I ain't talkin' Top Golf I been killin' features, I'm on everything like hot sauce So don't act like I ain't been that bitch since I popped off Big chains hang around me, loitering, 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 forty 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) 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 fave 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, Bentayga everything 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 SongtexteHit him in the spine, knock his dreads off My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss Thuggin' in my Reeboks, ridin' with a G-SHOCK Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box In Miami with my motherfuckin' heat out With 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, twenty-four on me Can't fuck wit' her no more, that lil' bitch, she do the most I get my groove on every time I see them folks I got the antidote, I'm thinking that's something you need to know I'm smooth and I'm cold, she know my wrist on froze Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll She playin' my song, I got her takin' off her thong I'm tryna get it on, she feeling 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, riding with a G-SHOCK Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box Aus Songtexte Mania