Latto - Chrome Heart Diaper Bag (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Latto - Chrome Heart Diaper Bag (en) Lyrics
by RentAnAdviser.com
I need a Chrome Heart diaper bag
I got these hoes all types of mad
I heard these bitches don't like me
Good 'cause I ain't nothin'
like your ass
I been shittin' on hoes for so
long, never got a diaper rash
He done put me in so much Chanel,
fuck around and make Tyla mad
Today, I'm pullin' out the G-Wag'
Tonight, this nigga gettin' teabagged
First round, he'll be tappin' out,
he'll be beggin' me for a rematch
Killin' hoes, this the repass (grr)
Widebody, not the E-Class (skrrt)
Chopsticks like Nobu, I like
miso on my sea bass, yeah
They could get the same surgery
Still can't make another me
Drinkin' water, I got clear skin
I don't see these bitches
gettin' underneath
Back when I had the boutique
Now my closet is the boutique
Needed more space for the Birkin
So I added four thousand
more square feet
Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
(they screamin')
Go, Big Mama, go, Big Mama
I'm so fuckin' cold, I could put
your GOAT in a choke, John Cena
Every time I hop out the shower,
he gon' get behind
it like the line leader
And he'll tell you I
ain't lyin' either
We was hoppin' off the boat,
paparazzi tryna catch
us like a wide receiver
These bitches be in my home
more than my cleaners
Hot-headed, got a hot fever
They thought I was losin',
this the buzzer beater
I been steppin' on shit so long,
I need another sneaker
And your ghostwriter
need another reader
Since sixteen, I been the one to beat
This shit was a dream, now I can't
stop smilin', BunnaB, ah
Hoppin' out, look like a team
I'm pullin' up in a C8
Them bitches ain't leavin' a dent
I don't give a fuck what they say
First, we had fucked on
the bed (ah, ah, ah)
Then we had fucked on the floor
Knew I was gon' need a test soon
as we landed back home
He was screamin'
Please support me on
PATREON Thank you!