歌手:Latto
专辑:《Sugar Honey Iced Tea》

作曲 : Alyssa Stephens/Kevin Andre Price/Darryl Clemons/Joel Banks/Randall Hammers/Taylor Banks
Go Grizz
Pooh, you a fool for this one
B-B-Bankroll Got It
I don't sing R&B, but bitch, I'm really H.E.R., **** wrong with ****?
How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only ****
I get loud just like my weed, I don't watch my tone with ****
I hang up the phone on ****, ye'aint my daddy, bitch, I'm Big Momma
Every time y'all book me with them hoes, it's gon' be big drama
Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service
I just want a one-on-one, don't know why she's so nervous
**** what these hoes sayin', 'cause my **** say I'm perfect
Anyway, body count so low I might say I'm a virgin
Any day, I could switch my car just like I switch my purses
Andale, quick to cut him off if he don't service no purpose
You a clown and I'm allergic, **** skraight up out the circus
It's the nerve for me, these **** burnt, they third degree
He callin' tryin' to work it out, I'd rather make him work for me
The ****?
He can't tell if it's authentic or it's a surgery
Please, Lil' Nas X the only **** curving me!
I don't sing R&B, but bitch, I'm really H.E.R., **** wrong with ****?
How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only ****
I get loud just like my weed, I don't watch my tone with ****
I hang up the phone on ****, ye'aint my daddy, bitch, I'm Big Momma
Every time y'all book me with them hoes, it's gon' be big drama
Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service
I just want a one-on-one, don't know why she's so nervous
**** what these hoes sayin', 'cause my **** say I'm perfect
Tell the truth, oh, I'm not that cute? Bet you won't ask ya boo
He get money, I get money too, like who gon' trick on who?
These bitches corny, soon as monkey see, then you know monkey do
Do you rap or do you tweet? 'Cause I can't tell, get in the booth, bitch
Stop all that motha****in' yellin', ho
'Cause I ain't buyin' what you sellin', ho
Think I'm the shit, bitch, I know it, ho
Jesus walked on water, I got ice boilin' though
Miss me with that sucker shit, I'm not your baby momma
Blocked his ass on everything, he in my DMs writing albums
Better hold ya **** tight, 'fore I make you come up off him
Say two wrongs don't make a right, but I'm the type get one up on 'em
I don't sing R&B, but bitch, I'm really H.E.R., **** wrong with ****?
How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only ****
I get loud just like my weed, I don't watch my tone with ****
I hang up the phone on ****, ye'aint my daddy, bitch, I'm Big Momma
Every time y'all book me with them hoes, it's gon' be big drama
Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service
I just want a one-on-one, don't know why she's so nervous
**** what these hoes sayin', 'cause my **** say I'm perfect
Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service
Anyway
**** what these hoes sayin', 'cause my **** say I'm perfect