- Mulatto Cheerleader 歌詞
- Mulatto
- (Freak, freak, freak, freak) (Ooh Bankhead got them 808s)
(RTJ)
Yeah, yeah
Ho-a*s n!gga, he aint 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 n!gga soul, Im the motherf*ckin Grim Reaper
Aint goin back and forth with that little-bitty b!tch (What?)
Know they call me Big Latto, so I pop big sh!t (Big sh!t)
Get her knocked out, checkin hoes off the hit list (Pow )
Thirty b!tches deep and they all with the sh!ts (Brr)
B!tch, little-bitty b!tch (Yeah, yeah, pu*sy)
Put that lil money up , lil n!gga, that aint sh!t (That aint sh!t)
Yeah, b!tch (Brr), little-bitty b!tch (Little-bitty b!tch, pu*sy)
Know some lil ho that got pressure but aint did sh!t (Yuh, yuh, yuh, aint did sh!t, aint did sh!t)
Aint did sh!t, wont do sh!t, aint on sh!t (Nah)
These b!tches be hatin so I ride with the stick (Pow)
Latto so fine, make him lie to his b!tch (Uhh)
Groupie-a*s ho, they be all in the mix (What?)
Stiff-a*s booty, need to get sh!t fixed (Ew)
Scary-a*s hoes, yall make me sick (What?)
I aint runnin from no smoke, b!tch, it is what it is (Boom, boom, boom)
B!tch, I aint come here to talk (Talk)
Cut all the cappin, we know that you soft (Uh-huh)
Lame-a*s ho, you aint seen what I saw (Yuh)
I dont do the talkin, you know what Im bout (Yuh, yuh, uh- huh)
Its a hot girl summer so Im ridin with the heater (Ah)
Hot-headed b!tch like I stay with a fever (Woo)
Stay out my business, you work for them people (Yeah)
Big Latto, b!tch, Im the pope and the preacher (Real talk)
Ho-ass n!gga, he aint 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 n!gga soul, Im the motherf*ckin Grim Reaper
Aint goin back and forth with that little-bitty b!tch (What?)
Know they call me Big Latto, so I pop big sh!t (Big sh!t)
Get her knocked out, checkin hoes off the hit list (Pow)
Thirty b!tches deep and they all with the sh!ts (Brr)
B!tch, little-bitty b!tch (Yeah, yeah, pu*sy)
Put that lil money up, lil n!gga, that aint sh!t (That aint sh!t)
Yeah, b!tch (Brr), little-bitty b!tch (Little-bitty b!tch, pu*sy)
Know some lil ho that got pressure but aint did sh! t (Yuh, yuh, yuh, aint did sh!t, aint did sh!t)
Bald head stupid-a*s ho
Heard she a freak, put this pole down her throat (Pow)
F*ckin rich n!gga, but your a*s still broke
So why in the f*ck is you f*cking em for? (What?)
Aint 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
Aint squashin no beef, we settle the score
Always on go , I stay ready (Yeah)
Cant f*ck with b!tches, these b!tches be petty
When Im in that AMGtalkin that, catch me (Ooh)
I let it spray on a b!tch like R. Kelly (Brr)
Latto a freak in the sheets (Woo)
Latto go ape in the streets (Woo)
Lil mama swear we got beef
Dont even know that ho but lil shawty know me, yeah
Ho-a*s nigga, he aint 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 n!gga soul, Im the motherf*ckin Grim Reaper
Aint goin back and forth with that little-bitty b !tch (What?)
Know they call me Big Latto, so I pop big sh!t (Big sh!t)
Get her knocked out, checkin hoes off the hit list (Pow)
Thirty b!tches deep and they all with the sh!ts (Brr)
B!tch, little-bitty b!tch (Yeah, yeah, pu*sy)
Put that lil money up, lil n!gga , that aint sh!t (That aint sh!t)
Yeah, b!tch (Brr), little-bitty b!tch (Little-bitty b!tch, pu*sy)
Know some lil ho that got pressure but aint did sh!t (Yuh, yuh, yuh, aint did sh!t, aint did sh!t)
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