Do I - WHIPPED CREAM, Baby Goth, Mulatto

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Big Latto

(It's WHIPPED CREAM)

Hop out the whip in Dior

I push to start, ain’t no key

I blow a bag when I’m bored

Don’t leave your nigga 'round me (Uh)

If I’m reach you ain’t no coco, I’m finna go loco

Bitch you better duck, uh

Handle all my problems dolo, I’m pullin' up solo

Bitch just like cup

Hop out the seat (Hop out the seat)

And these bitches sick (And these bitches sick)

I take your nigga and I flood his face, just like my wrist (Just like my wrist)

And I want the smoke, I dare one these rap bitches, gon' drop a diss

The coupe automatic but you know I’m riding 'round with that stick

Bitch do I look like I care?

(Care)

Bitch do I look like I’m scared?

(Scared)

Do I?

Do I?

Do I?

Do I?

I do not want you want your man (Your man)

Bitch do I look like a fan?

(Fan)

(WHIPPED CREAM)

Do I?

Do I?

Do I?

(WHIPPED CREAM) Do I?

She do not want trouble

Pop out the whip and I’m bussin' you, pop, oh

We got the piece like a puzzle

He like her pale, beacoup

I let the cookie crumble, he eat it up and it’s not subtle

My job is not humble, anybody’s like a bee, bumble

Fuck like a in the cabby

He want my balance, he needs some statics

She runs the cash and all of 'em dashin'

All of those hatin' ass hoes in a casket

We makin' a scene when I’m fuckin' with hot bitch

Bring in the heaters, it’s gon' leave you with hot shit

Bitch do I look like I care?

(Care)

Bitch do I look like I’m scared?

(Scared)

Do I?

Do I?

Do I?

Do I?

I do not want you want your man (Your man)

Bitch do I look like a fan?

(Fan)

Do I?

Do I?

Do I?

Do I?

These bitches don’t want no trouble

I pull up on bitches and pop at they bubble

Just want the face, I don’t wanna cuddle

Don’t want your nigga 'cause he undercover

Chill out the jewelry VV’s

I rap for the sneakers, they CC

I bet your lil' sister want meet me

A nigga want friend me, but I make him eat me

Big Latto worth a couple millions

That’s why these hoes in they feelings

Creep down your block and I kicked off, them niggas still robbing and killing

Fuck do you mean?

I don’t even read but I keep magazines

Can’t sell myself for no contract, nah I ain’t on that

Bitch stop playin' with me

Bitch do I look like I care?

(Care)

Bitch do I look like I’m scared?

(Scared)

Do I?

Do I?

Do I?

Do I?

I do not want you want your man (Your man)

Bitch do I look like a fan?

(Fan)

Do I?

Do I?

Do I?

Do I?