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letra de the grinch freestyle - luh tyler & latto

[chorus: latto]
n-gga callin’ like, “come home,” why you actin’ like the grinch? (brrt)
boy, you better watch your tone ‘fore i show you how it get
i buy all my friends chanel for they birthday ’cause i’m rich
way too player, i’ll never keep the beef up ’bout some d-ck (never)

[verse 1: latto]
stand on business, pull up and get busy, pick a place (buh)
hoes ain’t tryna fight, they swingin’ belts and pullin’ lace (buh, buh)
let that ho think i forgot, when i catch her, i’ma blank
got these diamonds out the sink, sh-t water, hit like tank (water)
b-tches think they ballin’, but they really ja morant (they ain’t)
like a two-year-old in diapers, walk ’round like my sh-t don’t stink
ain’t got time for a ho even when i’m on vacation
and i wish a b-tch would, roll her up and i’ma face ’em

[verse 2: luh tyler]
wish a n-gga would, try to spark somethin’ up, he gon’ get smoked
man, my n-gga crazy and he ready to strike just like lil’ boat
all this off the head, b-tch, you can’t name a song i ever wrote
i told your b-tch that i’m a dog, but she keep callin’ me the goat
man, we gettin’ this bread, no, we ain’t fallin’ out about no ho
b-tch, i’m a money fiend, if i ain’t gettin’ pape’, then i can’t go
like, “how he bringin’ in that cash so f-ckin’ fast?” you n-ggas slow
my brand new b-tch, i rip her out the plastic, f-ck her on the floor
[verse 3: latto]
yeah, he don’t know if he want latto or big big brook, we both cold
i been doin’ b-tches greasy, this sh-t jumpin’ off the stove (d-mn)
i done turned that n-gga out, he eatin’ ass and l!ckin’ toes
y’all be bendin’ over backwards, i don’t choose, i get chose
he like, “baby, what’s your sign?” i say, “i’m a throat goat”
i sit on his lap like santa and i tell him what i want
every day, i put it on, hit the ‘gram and strike a pose
don’t even ask me where i’m at, b-tch, i’m always in my tote

[verse 4: luh tyler]
don’t even ask me where i’m at, you know i’m always in my bag
i done finally ran it up, man, that’s why all these n-ggas mad
b-tch, my diamonds hit without no flash and all my b-tches bad
pull up and i get that f-ckin’ cash and then we do the dash

[verse 5: latto]
all these n-ggas on me bad, is it the face or it’s the ass?
took more rappers down than fani willis, b-tches go out bad
bring my sh-t out from the back, i don’t get it off the rack
if i catch that n-gga cheatin’, then we goin’ tit for tat

[verse 6: luh tyler]
this b-tch callin’ like, “come home,” why you actin’ like the grinch?
n-ggas mad to see us in the game, they sittin’ on the bench
ever since i jumped up on that mic, ain’t been broke ever since
n-gga, i just woke up to a check and did my money dance
[chorus: latto]
n-gga callin’ like, “come home,” why you actin’ like the grinch? (brrt)
boy, you better watch your tone ‘fore i show you how it get
i buy all my friends chanel for they birthday ’cause i’m rich
way too player, i’ll never keep the beef up ’bout some d-ck (never)

[outro]
(pooh, you a fool for this one)
(go grizz)

- luh tyler latto

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