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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Latto
Latto
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alyssa Stephens
Alyssa Stephens
Songwriter
Mark Bankhead
Mark Bankhead
Songwriter
Randy Turner Jr.
Randy Turner Jr.
Songwriter
Tracy Maxwell Jr.
Tracy Maxwell Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Bankhead
Mark Bankhead
Producer
RTJ
RTJ
Producer
Wu
Wu
Producer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Mixing Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Big Latto Yeah I got money and my own family started acting funny I don't trust nobody, keep it on me I swear they always told me that the top would be lonely (Yeah) Two year relationship, that nigga really owe me (Pussy) Bitch, I want my time back, bruises, had to hide that I thought I was pregnant, to this day, I'm thanking God for that Fuck the rap game, still happy I ain't sign that No sleep, when I land, headed straight to sound check Dropped ten bands to beat a case that I ain't do (Yeah) How the fuck they book me for some shit with no proof? (Shit cap) Bitch, I ain't forgot how y'all was clownin', but it's cool I'ma sue and get the last laugh on 'em when I'm through I love my OG, but he ain't show me how to treat shit No wonder why I let that nigga try me like a weak bitch Shouldn't have made the tape, he keep on threatenin' to leak shit I let a nigga break me, now I'm pickin' up the pieces (Yeah) She used to be my dawg, but now she telling all my business (Bitch) If I could take it back, I wouldn't have been on television (Hell no) 'Cause y'all won't let me grow up and accept the fact I'm winning Brother in the penitentiary, it's a piece of me missing (Straight up) Heart been broke way too many times (Times) Me and Brooke beatin' bitches, still banned from Mount Zion I can't let the industry get between me and mine Swear I'm trying not to lose it, but this shit be havin' me crying Mama had me at fifteen, really got it out the mud (Yeah) I came home from school and seen bags, hella drugs Lost the bond with my daddy for some money and a buzz Swear the industry the devil, shit, it is what it was Ain't no stranger on the 'net finna Tell me 'bout my life, though (Hell nah) As a kid, feelin' too black for the white folks Ain't changin' my name, disagree and you can die slow Work hard and pray harder, bitch, that's all I know (Bitch)
Writer(s): Mark Bankhead, Alyssa Stephens, Tracy Maxwell, Randy Turner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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