Letra Big mama Latto

Big mama

Uh, okay (Tuh)

You make it hard to talk about you (Uh)
Like when I see someone workin' my mood
You give me butterflies, you don't wanna fuck them other guys
At the start I told a couple lies, but after that I swear I really tried
Cuttin' real about my past niggas and I hope you never thinkin' otherwise
Sometimes my mind takes me places and I wonder why
Why the fuck you got two phones? Nigga, what you doin' on that other line?
Shit, better be some money talk 'cause some beef talk go another vibe
I don't play about a side bitch and you heard me say about a hunnid times
Let me try and keep it sexy for you, we can talk about that another time
Lay your ass in the worst way, let you hit it on the first date
What you gon' do for Big Mama for real
What do I get for my birthday?
What do I get for my birthday?
What do I get for my birthday?
What do I get for my birthday?
You gotta put in some work today
Can you please do the most for me 'cause I'm sprung? (Sprung for you)
Can you give me some good dick 'til I cum? (Cum for you)
Then can you make me nut again, where's your tongue? (Want for you)
Can I please get a pink Glock with a drum? (Pow, pow, pow)
If you can go another round then we ain't done
I'ma fuck you 'til we see the sun
Drinkin' out the bottle until this shit is done
On some Andre 3
K shit, man, where the fuck are my panties at?
'Cause I ain't wearin' none, I ain't wearin' none, I ain't wearin' none, I ain't wearin' none

Yeah, yeah
Big Mama, Big Mama, Big Mama
Gettin' wet when he call me Big- (Yeah)

Love when he call me Big Mama, yeah, that get the coochie wet
Hoe better skip the TikToking, mean that with all disrespect
I was a virgin before I met you, baby, I don't have an ex
Thought I told you bitches, I pull up in twenty Cadillacs, yeah (Skrrr)
Money long, cheetah thong, thick as hell, Georgia Don
Sharin' niggas, sharin' clothes, I don't know what y'all be on
Y'all go for shit I wouldn't, I'm 'bout three hunnid to book it
Bitch, I don't play for the Knicks, but I'm gon' shoot shit up, I book it (On God, brr)
Every time I'm cookin' (Cookin'), he know I put my foot in (Foot in)
Leave y'all bitch with a ball, she can't get none but pussy (Aw)
Pretty boy can't take me home, Latto want an Al Capone
T-shirt with no panties on, fuck him to my favorite song, ah

Yeah (Big Mama, tuh), and don't, yeah (Big Mama, yeah)
Bitches get (Big Mama, Big Mama, pow, pow, pow, pow)
Bitch, I'm Big Mama (Pow, pow, pow, pow)
He call me Big Mama (Pow)
He loves his Big Mama, Big Mama, Big Mama (Yeah, pow, pow, tuh, pow-pow, yeah, yuh)
Big Mama, Big Mama, Big Mama (Yeah, yuh, pow-pow, yeah, yuh, pow, pow, yeah, yuh, pow-pow)
Yeah, I get wet when he call me Big Mama (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Big Mama, Big Mama, Big Mama (Yeah, pow, pow, tuh, pow-pow, yeah, yuh)
Big Mama, Big Mama, Big Mama (Yeah, yuh, pow-pow, yeah, yuh, pow, pow, yeah, yuh, pow-pow)
Yeah, I get wet when he call me Big Mama (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

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