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letra de issa party - latto

[intro: latto]
(pooh, you a fool for this one)
(go grizz)
the motherf-ckin’ biggest
i been puttin’ belt to ass all summer
i feel like y’all b-tches’ mama, yeah

[verse 1: latto]
b-tch, i’m red, not green, lil’ ho, stop playin’ with me (stop it)
i hate borin’ b-tches, they be throwin’ off my energy (godd-mn)
stop callin’ me sis, lil’ ho, you know you ain’t no kin to me (i don’t know you)
i done dropped my nuts on all these b-tches, yeah, i’m himothy, real sh-t (i’m her)
b-tches love to hate, say it’s fake, but i’m real thick (thick)
n-gga playin’ cray, loose screw, i call drill quick (brrt)
always get my way, what can i say? i’m hard to deal with (what can i say?)
leave that man today, either way, b-tch, i’m still lit (either way)
i brought all my b-tches with mе, they ain’t check me at thе door (ooh)
i feel like the tin man, all this chrome head-to-toe (raw)
she been tweetin’ like she tough, we gon’ catch that ho outside
i told brooke, “get the balloons, we gon’ throw her a surprise” (ayy)

[chorus: latto]
it’s a party, it’s a party, it’s a party, ayy (okay)
i got shots for all the opps, it’s a holiday (grr)
it’s a party, it’s a party, it’s a party, ayy (okay)
we gon’ bring them sparklers out, time to celebrate (ayy)
it’s a party, it’s a party, it’s a party, ayy (okay)
i got shots for all the opps, it’s a holiday (grr)
it’s a party, it’s a party, it’s a party, ayy (okay)
we gon’ bring them sparklers out, time to celebrate (ayy)
[verse 2: babydrill & latto]
brrr
d-mn, them n-ggas ain’t had enough?
every time they threw a party, came through that b-tch sideways
lil’ bro rock sheistys all year, got that b-tch on when he bathe
and b-tch, i’m baby drill, made my name off puttin’ sh-t in the grave
gravedigger, same n-gga
hop out with that flame, n-gga (baby drill)
drill just walked inside the party, got these n-ggas tuckin’ chains
latto said she spot an opp, she sent the drop, i’m on the way
drill just beat another body, take a shot, let’s celebrate
twitter beef, don’t do the back and forth, pull up shootin’ for days
broke-ass n-gga rockin’ purple jeans, i can’t take that boy serious
i got crosses on my back, f-ck up and re-up just to get ’em
saint laurent all on my back, i put chrome on my denim (chrome)
n-ggas actin’ like they strapped, knowin’ d-mn well they ain’t no k!llers
they ain’t search me at the door, i’m on my rapper sh-t
glock bis-xual, talkin’ crazy, quick to smack a b-tch
the industry scared of a n-gga, don’t know if i’m formin’ that party, we spinnin’ that b-tch
i feel like waka flocka ’cause i just got the flame in here (ayy)

- latto

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