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BeatBox [Freestyle] Video (MV)




Performed By: Latto
Length: 1:30
Written by: Alyssa Stevens




Latto - BeatBox [Freestyle] Lyrics
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(Yeah, ayy, 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 done went big, so what? bitch, I did (I did)
Bitches ain't on shit but dick, I'm pullin' triggers, not no wigs (yeah)
Latto that and Latto this (ha), tryna figure out my biz (yeah)
Tell the blogs when 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 pussy 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
And 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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(Yeah, ayy, 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 done went big, so what? bitch, I did (I did)
Bitches ain't on shit but dick, I'm pullin' triggers, not no wigs (yeah)
Latto that and Latto this (ha), tryna figure out my biz (yeah)
Tell the blogs when 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 pussy 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
And 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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Writer: Alyssa Stevens
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