Lyrics Saucy Santana – Up & Down

Big Latto, Latto got a lotto, not hitting the muthafucking jackpot, bitch

I’m looking for a boss nigga, not a lost nigga
Give a fuck bout a hatin’ ass hoe
Bend it over, touch my toes, Imma take that nigga soul

Knock, knock, them gorillas at the door
Ready to take her down, slash a nigga throat
Be for real, boy, you don’t want the smoke
I been trappin’, been gettin’ outta stores
Now up in the A with the Big Latto
Musclin’ through, call me Johnny Bravo
Real bitches, y’all here that sound?
Shittin’ on them hoes, no Doo-Doo Brown
Florida bitch, ready to scrub the ground
With my Air Force 1’s when I’m in they town
Guns and sex, going round for round
That nigga selling big bricks, going pound for pound
I’m lookin’ for a boss nigga, I’m a boss bitch
Abracadabra, is you ready for a trick?
I don’t need no company, I like commas
Fuck them kids, no baby mama drama

I’m looking for a boss nigga, not a lost nigga
Give a fuck bout a hatin’ ass hoe
Bend it over, touch my toes, Imma take that nigga soul
Real bitch’ll get down on the floor
Going up and down the pole

Send the baddest bitches to the VIP
I’m a real gutter bitch and a freak in the sheets
If a nigga play with me, I ain’t keyin’ the G
Imma walk him like a dog, Imma give him the leash
I got a face like new-new and a body like Buffy
Might let him hit the latto if he lucky
I need a bad boy like Puffy, give him that cuddy
Imma put it in his mouth ‘fore he fuck me
Real freak bitch, I’ll fuck a nigga bad
I ain’t into girls, but I always stay strapped
Fuck a sneak diss, drop a name on wack
Bitch, how bout you get your weave pushed back?
Just turned 21 and already up a mil
I’m the youngest in charge and I do this shit for real
I ain’t cryin’ over niggas, Imma show ’em how it feel
Cut a check on this pussy, nigga, do we got a deal?

I’m looking for a boss nigga, not a lost nigga
Give a fuck bout a hatin’ ass hoe
Bend it over, touch my toes, Imma take that nigga soul
Real bitch’ll get down on the floor
Going up and down the pole
Up and down the pole
If you got it, throw some more
Up and down she go

Tre Trax, I think we got one
It’s trap season, bruh