Lyrical Breakdown of Big Latto Freestyle - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Latto weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Big Latto Freestyle" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Southside shit Man these hoes be broke as hell Cap ass bitches Still stay with they momma, grown as hell, get yo' a- Get up off, get up off yo' ass Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Bad bitch four pockets full, got him calling me his little baby (brrr) Ride it good, drive a nigga crazy For eight miles like Slim Shady (skrrt) Full throttle, bitch, I'm never lazy (skrrt) Now he underwater like he in the Navy (ay) Ex nigga drop the diss on me, I'd be mad too if my bitch made me (ha) I'm a real ass bitch (bitch) These hoes ain't on shit, but dick (dick) Wonder why they call me Latto Every nigga in this city wanna hit, yeah (uh) Fuck a one on one, all my dogs gon' fight with me Michael Vick, yeah When my ex lame ass get mad He threaten me to leak the flick (hahaha) Fuck it, ay, I got more in the bank than they whole budget (yeah) If that bitch ain't loyal, I'ma kick her out the group, LeToya Luckett (ay, fuck) Still single 'cause I got my own, I refuse to be a nigga puppet (fuck) Bitches claim the hood, really from the Boondocks, that's Uncle Ruckus (hahaha) Ay, I can't break bitch, I won't even bend (nah) Check the peep hole 'fore you let him in (yeah) If he broke, don't you let that nigga hit (nah) Usain Bolt, have him run up in yo' shit (brrr) You ain't the boss, selling dimes and nicks (what?) Off White on me, like I'm moving bricks (ay) I'm from Clayco, Southside shit, 5'6", so slim thick (Southside, ay) Ay, I'll get a nigga wiped down like Boosie (Boosie) Ay, I was 16 when I touched 6 figures, I ain't no groupie (on god) Been doing this shit, I been a rich kid, no Skooly (on god) Ay, twelve got these niggas wearing wires, y'all rat ass can't fool me (dummie, da fuck) Hol' up dog, I think the phone tapped (what?) If I don't know you, we ain't gon' dap (the what?) He just text me in all caps (ay, ay) Hurry home, so I can hit from the back (yeet) Bitches whack, nah, they can't really rap (hell nah) It ain't in the trunk, it's on my lap (brrr) Turn a street nigga to a sap (fuck) Finesse a rich nigga like Baps (aha) I watch 'em change on me like quarters, they two-faced (they fake ass) She keep my name in her mouth more than her toothpaste (man da fuck) Ran down had that bitch shook like Old Bay (oh she shook) New bae can't even keep his eyes off me like 2K I'm runnin' circles round these rap hoes, like Nascar (skrrt) I like trappers and jackers (brrr) I don't even reply to DMs from rap stars (fuck, grrra) Really got that super soaker, he don't gotta spit start (what?) No key, that's push start (skrrt) Net worth going up, I'm getting more paper than a bookmark Little bitch (brrr) Southside shit Man these hoes be broke as hell, cap ass bitches Still stay with they mama, grown as hell, bitch get yo' a- Get up off, get up off yo' ass