Latto – Georgia Peach Lyrics

Latto Georgia Peach Lyrics

Yeah, I got my twin with me, you know what the f**k we doin’
Twenty black suburbans wherever the f**k we go, b****
Two Lambs, four Bentley trucks and twenty Hellcats
Get on with a real ** though

When a real one hold you down, bae, you supposed to drown
You ain’t never f**k with no boss b****, I turned you out
You won’t catch me in no Shark boots, y’all burnt ’em out
B****es gotta wait till they birthday to go out of town
Brokey, yeah, I talk a lot of shit
He like, “Who you think you is?,” **, not your b****
Brokey, **, not your ho
Think he got one up on me, whole time this shit like 3 and 0, twin

B****, I be going in
B****es clearly want my life and it’s so evident
Cook, clean and f**k him right, I’m so heaven-sent
What I look like asking him about another b****? Hmm
Might tell you once, won’t tell you twice
If hoes shut up we’d be alright, see, y’all gon’ tweet and I’m gon’ fight (Facts)
Yeah, these hoes sweet as apple pie
Ain’t got no car, so hoes dickride, but bro said y’all can’t even do that
What? Why? How? When? Where?
Just let me know how you want to play it, b****, you know I’m there
If it was smoke, then I would say it, b****, I’m crystal clear
Left my panties at his mansion like a souvenir

Misses Can’t-Be-F**ked-With, hoes ain’t talking ’bout nothin’
Everytime I look up, I’m the topic of discussion
I’m in a fast coupe, you in a bad mood (Skrrt, aww)
Funky b****, you left your pussy in the bathroom, eww
You gon’ meet him halfway
I’m gon’ meet him at the bank, I’m the type to make him wait
You the type to give it up, it’s hard for me to give a f**k
You gon’ let him plead his case, a b**** like me can’t go for nothin’
Huh? Know what’s in my cup
When I leave the club, consider that ** f**ked
When you mention me, don’t forget rich as f**k
Pussy squeaky clean, but I got junk up in the trunk (Damn)

Brokey (These b****es broke)
Brokey (These b****es broke)
Brokey, these b****es broke
Big Latto, Big Latto, Big Latto