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SpotEmGottem & Mulatto - Beat Box (Big Latto Mix) Lyrics

[Intro: Mulato]
Yeah, yeah, this shit exclusive
Big Latto

[Verse 1: Mulato]
I told ya I'm that bitch from the South, I knock a nigga socks off
I'm outside swinging sticks, I ain't talkin' top golf
I been killin' features, I'm on everythin' 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
Walk through, there'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 don't win big, so well, 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 rocks
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, big been takin' everything motherfuckin' big
I'm the biggest, ha

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
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

[Verse 2: SpotEmGottem]
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

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
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 ad:1 Submitted By: Samson

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