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letra de s/o to me - latto

[intro]
coupe
uh, yeah, okay
yeah, yeah
the biggest

[verse 1]
this rap game, i always had desire to try it myself
things wasn’t perfect at home, but i could still lie to myself
smile in my mama face, and then i go cry to myself
other than talking to brook, i used to just hide how i felt

not one of these b-tches that they signing and slide on the shelf
if n0body wanna hear alyssa, i’m signing myself
talking in positive affirmations, reminding myself
n-gga got agendas with mе, act like they dying to help

i know i’m s-xy as h-ll, and i ain’t denying it sells
stand in the mirror naked sometimes and admire myself
keep the g-wagon, f-ck n-gga, i’ll buy it myself
dm’ full of famous n-ggas just saying hi to themself
i don’t say sh-t back and they still reply to themself
you n-ggas thirsty as f-ck, and i need some time to myself
since high school, n-ggas loved begging for numbers to call
since high school, b-tches hated, we been ignoring it all
now it’s up with b-tches talking spicy, i’m warring with y’all
and i ain’t really letting up on y’all till the coroner call

but let’s get back to how my life is, you hoes is a puzzlin’ case

i got a crush on a thug, and yes, he in love with my ass, but he more in love with my face
and that’s saying a lot ’cause, clearly, i’m slim in the waist
but somehow, the cakes f-cked around and doubled in weight
i don’t double date ’cause my man think all of you n-ggas corny, he doesn’t relate

b-tch, get the f-ck out my face like
[chorus]
i don’t play about us (on god)
i do this for me and everything that i was, n-gga (tuh)
this shoutout for me (for me)
big shoutout to me (to me, huh)
uh, i don’t play about us (on god)
i do this for me and everything that i was, n-gga (yeah, tuh)
this shoutout for me (for me, huh)
big shoutout to me (to me, huh)

[verse 2]
shoutout to myself
who the hardest out? b-tch, it’s latto by herself

wipe you down, i got plenty towels on the shelf, it’s easy
a white ferrari might get me wetter than fiji shores

your dream man is someone you settle for i sit around and daydream ’bout how i could settle the score
i’m down to stoop lower than most of you hoes’ credit score

this sh-t is not a metaphor, this sh-t that we ready for
my sisters all loose cannons, baby, so don’t start ’em

i’m just tryna sip a little wine in the rose garden
be in a silk robe, indulge in aromatherapy
you hoes sick in the head, y’all need to go to therapy
i’m tryna decompress in turks with essential oil
latto getting spoiled ’cause she thicker than engine oil
you evil eye b-tches got me saging the whole room

and to the next girl with dreams of making some bold moves
the love they never showed me is love that i’ll show you
’cause i’m a real southern b-tch and i told you
gold tooth, gold hoops, and soul food
yeah, everything i’m saying is so true
shoutout to myself, to myself
[chorus]
i don’t play about us (on god)
i do this for me and everything that i was, n-gga (tuh)
this shoutout for me (for me)
big shoutout to me (to me, huh)
uh, i don’t play about us (on god)
i do this for me and everything that i was, n-gga (yeah, tuh)
this shoutout for me (for me, huh)

- latto

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