歌手:Latto
专辑:《Sugar Honey Iced Tea》

作曲 : Alyssa Stephens/Kevin Andre Price/Darryl Clemons/Joel Banks/Randall Hammers/Taylor Banks/Megan Pete/Tamia Carter
Do you rap or do you tweet? 'Cause I can't tell, get in the booth, bitch
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 her, **** wrong with ****?
How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only **** (The ****?)
I get loud just like my weed, I don't watch my tone with ****
I hang up the phone on **** (Click)
You ain't my daddy, bitch, I'm big mama (Bitch)
Every time y'all book me with them hoes, it's gon' be big drama (Grrah)
Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (Skrrt)
I just want a one-on-one, don't know why she so nervous (Bah)
**** what these hoes sayin' 'cause my **** say I'm perfect, anyway
Flo Milli shit
Since a jit, thought I was grown, I ain't never watched my tone (Never)
I would cry over these ****, but a bitch never alone (Aw)
Wanna fight me 'bout some dick 'cause you checkin' ****' phones (Huh?)
I hope that ain't your only ****, he ain't never comin' home (Damn)
Ho, I'll take over your city (City)
Bitch, you pussy, you a kitty (Kitty)
We pull up like Sunday Service, beat a bitch and show no pity
I don't sing R&B, but when I ride that dick, we playin' Jodeci (Ooh)
A lotta ass, but I'm petite, lil' chocolate, I'm his favorite treat (Favorite treat)
And my Haitian say I'm perfect, try me, he gon' curse you
She be tough online but sweet in person, where the other version? (Bitch)
Killin' hoes, they ridin' off in hearses (Bye)
Why the **** you let me meet your **** if you know he thirsty? Stupid bitch
I don't sing R&B, but bitch, I'm really her, **** wrong with ****?
How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only **** (The ****?)
I get loud just like my weed, I don't watch my tone with ****
I hang up the phone on **** (Click)
You ain't my daddy, bitch, I'm big mama (Bitch)
Every time y'all book me with them hoes, it's gon' be big drama (Grrah)
Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (Skrrt)
I just want a one-on-one, don't know why she so nervous (Bah)
**** what these hoes sayin' 'cause my **** say I'm perfect, anyway
Hmm, y'all know who the **** it is
The most loved, the most hated
The highest anticipated
The one your **** wish he dated, hahahahaha
Real hot girl shit, aye
Bitches must be tryna save the planet, recyclin' all my old **** (Recyclin' all my old ****)
Trends you think you settin', I had that shit on in my old pictures (Yeah)
I'm standin' on business, he actin' up, then I'ma pivot (I'ma pivot)
What the **** I look like trippin' on one out of seven billion? (Huh?)
I meet the goalpost when it's movin', they say I can't, then I do it (Yeah)
Your favorite rapper might not like me, but his boo gon' jam my music (Ah)
Blue checks, big influence, chain glow like Hallelujah (On the gang)
I see you barkin' at me for attention, I'll never throw the bone to ya (Aye)
A-Ass on Texas, **** wanna hold it (Mwah, baow)
Player face card, bitch, you know I ain't foldin' (Baow, baow)
Baddie, make a ho mad like Rollie (Yeah, yeah)
Diamonds get tested, we see who the coldest
These bitches tryna be funny, they joking
Everything Megan put out, I own it
I don't care who you think hotter than me
Ain't a bitch stepped I ain't smokin'
He-He-He was in my DMs beggin', now he in my mentions hatin' (In my mentions hatin')
That's exactly why you bitch-ass **** get no conversation (Shh)
Throwin' salt gon' kill a snail but won't do nothin' to a player (Yeah, yeah, nothin' to a player)
All it did was make more **** throw the coin to me like a wishing well (Ah)
I don't sing R&B, but bitch, I'm really her, **** wrong with ****?
How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only **** (The ****?)
I get loud just like my weed, I don't watch my tone with ****
I hang up the phone on **** (Click)
You ain't my daddy, bitch, I'm big mama (Bitch)
Every time y'all book me with them hoes, it's gon' be big drama (Grrah)
Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service (Skrrt)
I just want a one-on-one, don't know why she so nervous (Bah)
**** what these hoes sayin' 'cause my **** say I'm perfect (Tuh)
He a bird to me, these bitches hot like third-degree (Tuh)
Twenty black Suburbans, we pull up like Sunday Service
Anyway (Anyway)
Bitch, you a clown, and I'm allergic
Come on
**** what these hoes sayin' 'cause my **** say I'm perfect (Tuh)