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yb curtis – hot pot lyrics

[intro]
(mbc, you’re crazy)
yeah, uh
ay’ mane, ay’ you know, ay’
ay’ that’s what these n+ggas think ‘bout me mane
ay’ these b+tches really think i give a f+ck n+gga
b+tch, lets go (yeah)
yeah
say let that bit, go like this, yeah

[chorus]
ay’ mane the last thing that you can think lil’ b+tch, is you got over me
to think i’m tender ‘bout a b+tch?
that sh+t be dumb
b+tch you a ho’ to me
b+tch n+gga speakin’ on my name
i swear that sh+t be f+ckin’ blowin’ me
mane why the f+ck these p+ssy n+ggas think that they be knowin’ me?
you f+ckin’ claim that you a gangsta’ n+gga
b+tch but what the f+ck you showin’ me?
b+tch i ain’t no f+ckin’ gangsta’ n+gga
and y’all b+tches never harmin’ me
and mane them n+ggas caught me lackin’ b+tch
oh yeah i got got
mane this for all them p+ssy n+ggas claimin’ that my pot hot
[verse 1]
oh mane i love it when a p+ssy n+gga thinkin’ he can get to me
and them n+ggas be angry, cause they never f+ckin’ hittin’ me
oh mane i heard it
i done watched it
i done seen the f+ckin’ jealousy
oh b+tch i got a baby by that fine ho’
they envy me
mane i watch n+ggas call they self yo brother, b+tch
but they ain’t kin to me
they rat you out and then you get the bubble, b+tch
that’s how the city be
oh mane i swear when she had left, that sh+t had motherf+ckin’ hurted me
but i got over b+tch now i don’t got no f+ckin’ dirty feet
mane you reap what you sow, that’s what the bible verses be
so i ain’t worried ‘bout a b+tch who put a n+gga versus me
mane once you cross me you a opp, b+tch
so stay there wit’ yo peeps
so mane just stay there wit’ them opps
may all y’all b+tches rest in peace, b+tch

[chorus]
ay’ mane the last thing that you can think lil’ b+tch, is you got over me
to think i’m tender ‘bout a b+tch?
that sh+t be dumb
b+tch you a ho’ to me
b+tch n+gga speakin’ on my name
i swear that sh+t be f+ckin’ blowin’ me
mane why the f+ck these p+ssy n+ggas think that they be knowin’ me?
you f+ckin’ claim that you a gangsta’ n+gga
b+tch but what the f+ck you showin’ me?
b+tch i ain’t no f+ckin’ gangsta’ n+gga
and y’all b+tches never harmin’ me
and mane them n+ggas caught me lackin’ b+tch
oh yeah i got got
mane this for all them p+ssy n+ggas claimin’ that my pot hot
[verse 2]
mane these n+ggas they be maggots
mane they be trashy
b+tch i don’t like n+ggas
b+tch i hate n+ggas
all that p+ssy sh+t, it make me wanna fight n+ggas
mane these b+tches, they gon’ lie about ya’
that’s why i can’t cuff a b+tch
mane i got tapes for days, if a b+tch wan’ see me f+ck a b+tch
mane b+tches tryna’ be my second baby mama
and i just tell ‘em i don’t want anymore motherf+ckin’ drama
so i just a duck a b+tch
and if a n+gga speak up on my f+ckin’ mama
mane i’ma cluck ya’ b+tch
ay’ mane don’t f+ck wit’ me cause i might get that fye and then i up ya’ b+tch
mane actin’ like i care ‘bout yo’ feelings, that sh+t be futile
mane i get tired of n+ggas talkin’, i wish i could mute y’all
b+tch, i’ma put all of my sh+t up on a u+haul
b+tch, i’ma move and act like i ain’t ever knew y’all, yeah

- yb curtis lyrics

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