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look back at it - mulatto lyrics

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[intro]
uh
(winners circle)

[chorus]
ass so fat, make a n*gga wanna grab at it
i know it’s all there, i don’t gotta look back at it (look back at it)
made a couple mill, now i’m in another tax bracket
i let him hit it once and never call, it’s a bad habit (d*mn, d*mn)

[verse 1]
atlanta b*tch with a miami cuban (ice)
touch it, i up it, i go call of duty (grrah)
won’t let him f*ck, but i might let him chew me
big booty, his mama think i’m a hoochie (ha)
just like these baguettes, yeah, the p*ssy wet (wet)
i don’t only got a check on the internet
top floor penthouse where i’m sittin’ at
he a trick, i’ma make a n*gga send that
don’t bring up no tv show, b*tch, i been bodied that
i got a birkin as big as a body bag
freak like a circus, on d*ck, i’m an acrobat
if you can’t eat it, just spell out the alphabet
yeah (mmm), p*ssy make a n*gga say “mmm”
hop in that ‘vette and i vroom
black truck behind me, it’s full of them goons (grrah)

[chorus]
ass so fat, make a n*gga wanna grab at it
i know it’s all there, i don’t gotta look back at it (look back at it)
made a couple mill, now i’m in another tax bracket
i let him hit it once and never call, it’s a bad habit (d*mn, d*mn)
ass so fat, make a n*gga wanna grab at it
i know it’s all there, i don’t gotta look back at it (look back at it)
made a couple mill, now i’m in another tax bracket
i let him hit it once and never call, it’s a bad habit (d*mn, d*mn)

[verse 2]
brand new baguetties (ice)
he tryna slurp me up like some spaghetti (uh)
he fell in love when he met me (he met me)
i f*ck that n*gga life up if he let me (on god)
i don’t do the internet, b*tch, it be messy (no)
opp in the party, get popped like confetti (ooh)
ain’t impressed by money, that lil’ sh*t petty
n*ggas get intimidated when a b*tch talk heavy
got ’em tryna do what i do (i do)
drop the n*gga, bounce back with two (ooh)
flood the wrist but i coulda went cool
you can come up from nothin’, i’m proof (i’m proof)
b*tch, you couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes
i’ll catch a flight to cali just to see a new view
how we got the same twenty*four but you still broke?
i can’t give a bum n*gga no excuse (h*ll no)
ass on fat, make a n*gga look back (back)
i’ma shop when i land, i ain’t even gon’ pack (no)
i be switchin’ out n*ggas like a motherf*ckin’ mat
first atlanta rap b*tch with a muhf*ckin’ plaque (on god)
make a n*gga wanna grab at it, yeah
drop a n*gga like a bad habit, yeah
got him jumpin’ on the bandwagon
signed to rca, but this p*ssy atlantic (wow)

[chorus]
ass so fat, make a n*gga wanna grab at it
i know it’s all there, i don’t gotta look back at it (look back at it)
made a couple mill, now i’m in another tax bracket
i let him hit it once and never call, it’s a bad habit
ass so fat, make a n*gga wanna grab at it
i know it’s all there, i don’t gotta look back at it (look back at it)
made a couple mill, now i’m in another tax bracket
i let him hit it once and never call, it’s a bad habit (d*mn, d*mn)

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