Correction Lyrics BeatBox Freestyle by Mulatto

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Yeah, yeah, this shit exclusive
Big Latto

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 figurе out my biz (Yeah)
Tell the blogs whеn 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 p*ssy he gon' beatbox

Ha, on God
This shit just too motherf*ckin' easy
Big Latto, big money, big Balenciaga, big been takin' everything motherf*ckin' big
I'm the biggest, ha
Bitch
Ain't nothin' big about y'all hoes, so if the bitch name ain't Latto, don't put Big in front of it, straight up

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