Chrome Heart Diaper Bag

Latto

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    Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
    Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
    Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
    Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
    Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
    Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama

    I need a Chrome Heart diaper bag
    I got these hoes all types of mad
    I heard these bitches don't like me
    Good 'cause I ain't nothin' like your ass
    I been shittin' on hoes for so long, never got a diaper rash
    He done put me in so much Chanel, fuck around and make Tyla mad
    Today, I'm pullin' out the G-Wag'
    Tonight, this nigga gettin' teabagged
    First round, he'll be tappin' out, he'll be beggin' me for a rematch
    Killin' hoes, this the repass (grr)
    Widebody, not the E-Class (skrrt)
    Chopsticks like Nobu, I like miso on my sea bass, yeah
    They could get the same surgery
    Still can't make another me
    Drinkin' water, I got clear skin
    I don't see these bitches gettin' underneath
    Back when I had the boutique
    Now my closet is the boutique
    Needed more space for the Birkin
    So I added four thousand more square feet

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    Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama (they screamin')
    Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama (they screamin')
    Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama (they screamin')
    Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
    Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
    Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
    Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
    Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama

    I'm so fuckin' cold, I could put your GOAT in a choke, John Cena
    Every time I hop out the shower, he gon' get behind it like the line leader
    And he'll tell you I ain't lyin' either
    We was hoppin' off the boat, paparazzi tryna catch us like a wide receiver
    These bitches be in my home more than my cleaners
    Hot-headed, got a hot fever
    They thought I was losin', this the buzzer beater
    I been steppin' on shit so long, I need another sneaker
    And your ghostwriter need another reader
    Since sixteen, I been the one to beat
    This shit was a dream, now I can't stop smilin', BunnaB, ah
    Hoppin' out, look like a team
    I'm pullin' up in a C8
    Them bitches ain't leavin' a dent
    I don't give a fuck what they say
    First, we had fucked on the bed (ah, ah, ah)
    Then we had fucked on the floor
    Knew I was gon' need a test soon as we landed back home
    He was screamin'

    Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
    Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama (they screamin')
    Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama (they screamin')
    Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
    Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
    Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
    Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
    Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama

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    Composición: Darryl Clemons, Latto, Randall Hammers y Kevin Andre Price

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