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Latto - Back Outside Remix Mixed Lyrics

[Intro]
(Falcons)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Pangea Sound)
Huh?

[Chorus: Anycia]
Huh? I'm back outside
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad again (Okay)
Okay, yeah (Why? Why?)

[Post-Chorus: Anycia]
I'm a Southside bitch to the grave (Yeah, ho)
I'm a real-ass bitch to the tomb (Yeah, ho)
Million-dollar convos on Zoom (Yeah, ho)
Get wet, I don't gotta use lube (Yeah, ho)
You a friendly-ass bitch, I'm rude (Yeah, ho)
Popped out with a brand new dude (Yeah, ho)
Popped out with a brand new team (Yeah, ho)
Walked in, smell good, I'm tеa (Yeah, ho)

[Verse 1: Anycia]
Pop Percs all day, you burnt
Big bags on me, I'm turnt
Big bands on mе, I'm hell (Oh, Lord)
Outta ten, I done broke the scale
Outta ten, I'ma give 'em a five
On the 20, I swervin' and glidin'
Is you tellin' the business or ridin'? (Oh, Lord)
Let him in and he slippin' and slidin'
Pull up too fine, I'm that
Bitch, you been broke, no hat
Ho, you been burnt, no cap (Oh, Lord)
I'm turnt, I don't need rap (Okay)
Can't argue with a bitch that's hatin' (Alright)
Been beggin' for pussy, he waitin'
He need it (Oh, Lord)
Know NiNi the reason he breathin', yeah (Lord, Lord)
[Chorus: Anycia]
Huh? I'm back outside
Yeah, huh? (Oh, Lord) Nigga done made me mad
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad again (Oh, Lord)
Okay, yeah

[Verse 2: Latto]
Walked in, young bitch, I'm turnt (Ayy)
Got auntie hatin', she burnt
Hoes talk who wore what first (Ayy)
They don't never wanna talk 'bout a verse
Stop worrying 'bout the shit they type (Ayy)
'Cause the same hoes see me and slurp
I'm a Southside bitch to the grave (Ayy)
I'm a Southside bitch to the hearse
Woo, skrrt
Hop out the G Wag', hop out the vert
M's off brand deals, M's off merch
Got a bitch driveway lookin' like Hertz
Skrrt, skrrt
I don't know how to sing, but I'm her (Her)
I been tryna make my nigga quit syrup (Syrup)
Now he tryna ring me like chirp
I'm a real-ass bitch, can't fold
I don't even do my own damn laundry
I don't even play like that
Count on one hand who done had a piece of this punani
And they sayin' that I rap my ass off, turn around like, "I can't tell"
Oh well, Lord forgive me, I'm givin' 'em hell, tuh
[Chorus: Anycia]
Huh? I'm back outside
Yeah, huh? (Oh, Lord) Nigga done made me mad
Yeah, huh? Nigga done made me mad again (Oh, Lord)
Okay, yeah

[Outro]
(Pangea Sound)
(Oh, Lord, Lord, Lord)
(Falcons, oh, Lord, Lord)