Текст Miss Mulatto – ChaseDaMoney Freestyle

Yeah, yeah, Latto (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Aye uh, Southside

ChaseDaMoney, ChaseDaMoney

Big Latto, Clayco

Told him don’t buy me Nola or Chanel (Yeah, yeah)
They know I can’t fit in that shit
I’m from da Souf, I take the dick
Then wake up in the morning cooking him grits (Yeah)
I just woke up, feeling like Drizzy
I’m finna hit the mall and run through a six
I’ma dog, off the leash myself, so no, I ain’t ever ran from a bitch (Da fuck, hell nah)
I need a ten to turn up your show (Yeah)
I hit the booth and let the stress go
I piece a bitch up like some Legos
I hit the shoe box when the bank close
I got my foot all on they throat (On God)
Running right through them pesos
Then bounce back like an Eggo
They don’t want no problems with big Latto (Latto, hell no)
I’m really a brat, I’ll knock a bitch out with a bottle (Bottle)
You don’t need no twitter, I’ll still have you getting followed (Followed)
All the hood niggas love me like I’m Monte Carlo (Skrrt, skrrt)
Put my hand on his trigger, make a nigga bust quick (Quick)
Killers, drug dealers, type of niggas I grew up with (On God, yeah)
Got these bitches mad that I won like Trump did (On God, yeah)
Stay with a band and I’m blowing through it like a trumpet
I throw it back like bouquet (Aye)
Then sit it on your face, All you can eat like a buffet (Uh)
Got me singing like Broadway
I make him tap out like an ash tray (Aye, aye, aye, aye)