beat box (big lat to mix)

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Big Latto
I told ya Im that bitch from the South, I knock a nigga socks off
Im outside swinging sticks, I aint talkin top golf
I been killin features, Im on everythin like hot sauce
So dont act like I aint 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 aint into turnin boys to men
Walk through, theres 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 dont win big, so well, bitch, I did (I did)
Bitches aint on shit but dick, Im 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, dont 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 rocks
Told you he dont eat, but to this pussy he gon beatbox
Ha, on God
This shit just too mother****in easy
Big Latto, big money, big Balenciaga, big been takin everything mother****in big
Im 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 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 mother****in heat out
With another nigga bitch, said she got her feet out
I walked in the party, Im 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
Cant * *** 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, Im thinking thats something you need to know
Im smooth and Im 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
Im tryna get it on, she feeling all over my Peter bone
Two rights dont make a wrong, it just go on and on
Im kickin shit like Jackie Chan til they got my kicks on
I aim, I hit my target, Ima 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 makeem beat box<比如>