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Response Diss - Mulatto Lyrics








[Intro:]

Latto let her know

Stupid

Now these folks talking bout they

Talking about they getting money

But ain't getting money (Dummy)

Talking bout they booking shows

But ain't booking shows (Dummy)



You wasn't talking about nothing

When I touched down in Houston

Cause you know better huh (Stupid)



First thing first

When you grew some balls?

Stop playing you couldn't even pick up the phone

When I called

What I did in Houston

I dare you to pull that in the south

15 with 15 bodies

My flow nasty like her drawls



Lil thot thot

How both of yo parents in the crack pot?

Pipe down

Cause we both know yee ain't what you rap about

You a joke

Tell yo mama come work at my store

Shoulda never quit her job

Just to bring a L home

I'm too old

My lil sister 14 and she on go

I swear to god when we see you

Either one of us gon wipe yo nose



I did a show in yo city and I left untouched

I'm the princess in the A and the H

Now what's up?

You ain't gon buck huh?

And let's not get on yo daddy

That man really gay

Cause yo mama a tranny

I already peeped huh

Why her voice so deep?

Ima beat this girl to sleep

Have her counting white sheep



Ohh she talkin' hard

That lisp got her trippin huh

Ima put some money on her head like she strippin



I know yo daddy wrote it

Just tell me what he sniffin (crackhead)

Ima put a dent in her head

Like she peter griffin

Yeah she got me bent

Talkin' bout she that rich (girl you's a lie)

Girl they use yo rap game check

To pay the rent



Don't flex

You text my phone

Talkin bout "Girl let's be friend's"

Really feel bad for the H

This who yall let represent

By the way you really soft

You cried in the rap game house everyday (Lil crybaby)

And no I didn't sign

I keep everything I make

Tell the truth

Let's just be honest

They shoulda let you win that chain

Cause I know you tired of asking

Johnny Dane to borrow bling

This big ole facts

I'm finna call the facts

I would beat you up

But yo mama already does that



She want beef it's a plate

Call me ugly? Issa hate

And my heart might pump kool-aid

Cause sweet girls like you get ate

You get booked

When promoters can't afford me

Ran this girl up out her city

Like I did extortion

Stomp her out and put her on a shoe like Jordan

I just killed this baby

Like she did her abortion



[Outro:]

Ohh no you didn't

Yeah y'all know who I be

Folks get hard on twitter

But can't pick up the phone

Really run my city fa real

(laughs)

The real princess dat way

(Ahh)

You really look up to me though

Tell the truth yeah

I can be yo mama lil girl

Stop playing with me

I ain't even finna call my daddy on yo daddy

And I run the A

All the way to the H

(And yo mama can get it too)

And I run the A

All the way to the H

(ya lil sister, ya lil brother)

Goofy

Put a cape on it

I bet they be SUPA mad



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