Mulatto — Cheerleader
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(Freak, freak, freak, freak), ooh Bankhead got them 808s
RTJ, yeah, yeah
Ho-ass nigga, he ain’t 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 nigga soul, I’m the motherfuckin’ Grim Reaper
Ain’t goin’ back and forth with that little-bitty bitch (What?)
Know they call me Big Latto, so I pop big shit (Big shit)
Get her knocked out, checkin’ hoes off the hit list (Pow)
Thirty bitches deep and they all with the shits (Brr)
Bitch, little-bitty bitch (Yeah, yeah, pussy)
Put that lil’ money up, lil’ nigga, that ain’t shit (That ain’t shit)
Yeah, bitch (Brr), little-bitty bitch (Little-bitty bitch, pussy)
Know some lil’ ho that got pressure but ain’t did shit (Yuh, yuh, yuh, ain’t did shit, ain’t did shit)
Ain’t did shit, won’t do shit, ain’t on shit (Nah)
These bitches be hatin’ so I ride with the stick (Pow)
Latto so fine, make him lie to his bitch (Uhh)
Groupie-ass ho, they be all in the mix (What?)
Stiff-ass booty, need to get shit fixed (Ew)
Scary-ass hoes, y’all make me sick (What?)
I ain’t runnin’ from no smoke, bitch, it is what it is (Buck, buck, buck)
Bitch, I ain’t come here to talk (Talk)
Cut all the cappin’, we know that you soft (Uh-huh)
Lame-ass ho, you ain’t seen what I saw (Yuh)
I don’t do the talkin’, you know what I’m ’bout (Yuh, yuh, uh-huh)
It’s a hot girl summer so I’m ridin’ with the heater (Ah)
Hot-headed bitch like I stay with a fever (Woo)
Stay out my business, you work for them people (Yeah)
Big Latto, bitch, I’m the pope and the preacher (Real talk)
Ho-ass nigga, he ain’t 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 nigga soul, I’m the motherfuckin’ Grim Reaper
Ain’t goin’ back and forth with that little-bitty bitch (What?)
Know they call me Big Latto, so I pop big shit (Big shit)
Get her knocked out, checkin’ hoes off the hit list (Pow)
Thirty bitches deep and they all with the shits (Brr)
Bitch, little-bitty bitch (Yeah, yeah, pussy)
Put that lil’ money up, lil’ nigga, that ain’t shit (That ain’t shit)
Yeah, bitch (Brr), little-bitty bitch (Little-bitty bitch, pussy)
Know some lil’ ho that got pressure but ain’t did shit (Yuh, yuh, yuh, ain’t did shit, ain’t did shit)
Bald head stupid-ass ho
Heard she a freak, put this pole down her throat (Pow)
Fuckin’ rich nigga, but your ass still broke
So why in the fuck is you fucking ’em for? (What?)
Ain’t 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
Ain’t squashin’ no beef, we settle the score
Always on go, I stay ready (Yeah)
Can’t fuck with bitches, these bitches be petty
When I’m in that AMG talkin’ that, catch me (Ooh)
I let it spray on a bitch like R. Kelly (Brr)
Latto a freak in the sheets (Woo)
Latto go ape in the streets (Woo)
Lil’ mama swear we got beef
Don’t even know that ho but lil’ shawty know me, yeah
Ho-ass nigga, he ain’t 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 nigga soul, I’m the motherfuckin’ Grim Reaper
Ain’t goin’ back and forth with that little-bitty bitch (What?)
Know they call me Big Latto, so I pop big shit (Big shit)
Get her knocked out, checkin’ hoes off the hit list (Pow)
Thirty bitches deep and they all with the shits (Brr)
Bitch, little-bitty bitch (Yeah, yeah, pussy)
Put that lil’ money up, lil’ nigga, that ain’t shit (That ain’t shit)
Yeah, bitch (Brr), little-bitty bitch (Little-bitty bitch, pussy)
Know some lil’ ho that got pressure but ain’t did shit (Yuh, yuh, yuh, ain’t did shit, ain’t did shit)
