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yb curtis – can’t show me lyrics

intro:
(jt on the track again)
aye mane say, you know some sh+t i figured out folk?
misery really do love company my n+gga
cause i real life just be stayin’ to myself and coolin’ sh+t
(godd+mn, bj with another one)
and like, n+ggas, be tryna invade my sp+ce and sh+t my n+gga like
mane say, why you can’t just cool it over there my n+gga?
like let me stay in my zone, you feel me?
aye but mane say, i’m finna gon’ and k!ll this sh+t though
aye, yeah
say let that bit, go like this, yeah

chorus:
aye, i was n my whip cruisin’ with thoughts up on my mind (brrgh)
and she want me to entertain, mane, but i can’t waste my time
and you must think i’m gi+i+joe, b+tch
and you know you a hoe, b+tch
and i know one thing, and i know you f+ckin’ know b+tch
mane why do you think that you know me?
yeah, my n+gga you don’t know me
and mane i find it funny how you tryna show me
yeah, my n+gga you can’t show me
verse 1:
aye, aye
step one, step two
n+gga, you can’t show me sh+t
mane i’ma pull up with the stick
then i’ma blow that b+tch and hit
my n+gga you must think i”m talkin’ ‘bout a glock?
with that .4 .5
but i got this bazooka b+tch and you know i’ma show mine
and i’m about to go and hit that b+tch, about four times
i know that n+gga tried to snitch on me
you know bro lyin’
and she be wantin’ me to give attention, i pay no mind
i’m elemental like i’m avatar, i like bromine
i’m f+ckin’ two b+tches, at the same time, i like both minds
i f+cked her once, and then i f+cked her twice, i hit it both times
i’m drivin’ mad fast, up on the road cause i got road rage
i’m independent every f+ckin’ day cause that’s my domain
my people used to tell me mess with a girl that’s my own age
my n+gga i’m already in the book
so make yo’ own page
i got a f+ckin’ message on my phone, what my phone say?
i’m a solo dolo n+gga b+tch, know i got my own say, yeah

chorus:
yeah, i was n my whip cruisin’ with thoughts up on my mind (brrgh)
and she want me to entertain, mane, but i can’t waste my time
and you must think i’m gi+i+joe, b+tch
and you know you a hoe, b+tch
and i know one thing, and i know you f+ckin’ know b+tch
mane why do you think that you know me?
yeah, my n+gga you don’t know me
and mane i find it funny how you tryna show me
yeah, my n+gga you can’t show me
verse 2:
aye, aye
step three, step four
mane, she finna throw some mo’
and i don’t even f+ckin’ know why you on the floor
mane, what you tryna show?
and i’m gon’ hit that b+tch so good you know her p+ssy finna blow
say mane i hope it don’t explode
aye, that lil’ b+tch so freaky mane i grabbed her by her throat
i hit her ass for twenty minutes then i had to f+ckin’ go
i’m f+ckin’ drivin’ in my whip my n+gga, had to hit the store
i bought myself a f+ckin’ gatorade and yes that bit was cold
and mane i took a f+ckin’ nap while i was sleep, now i’m awoke
and then the b+tch gon’ try to leave me
but she can’t because she roped
and you know i’m just f+ckin’ freestylin’
won’t stop cause i’ma go
and you know i’ma keep on goin’ my n+gga because i’ma blow
and say mane, you know when i’m rappin’ n+gga, i just f+ckin’ flow
and then a n+gga get to dancin’ b+tch and i just hit the whoa
aye say mane don’t you f+ckin’ do sh+t b+tch
you reapin’ what you sew
and then you know we f+ckin’ laughin’ and we joce n+gga, lets go

- yb curtis lyrics

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