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yb curtis – let me think freestyle lyrics

[intro]
ay, ay (b+tch, baw)
okay
look, ay
i do what i wanna do (hrrgh)
mane i just be doin’ my thing though (hrrgh)
ay
okay
look

[verse 1]
ay
i don’t give a f+ck about no b+tch that don’t wan’ talk to me (talk)
the same b+tch hit my phone, she found my crib
cause she be stalkin’ me (she stalkin’)
these p+ssy b+tches lurkin’
b+tch they think that they be botherin’ me (they botherin’)
this p+ssy n+gga think that when he see me, he gon’ body me (body)
mane these n+ggas must not know that i’m a motherf+ckin’ prodigy (prodigy)
mane all the sh+t i do lil’ b+tch, yo’ mama, she be proud of me (she proud)
mane n+ggas really wanna come and bring a differеnt side of me (that side)
you rеally need to worry ‘bout yo’ b+tch, fo’ she be ridin’ me (yeah, yeah)
but n+ggas, they be stupid b+tch
they thinkin’ it’s the same game (the same game)
i gotta go and handle business, can’t be doin’ the same thing
my mind be switchin’ moods, b+tch
i can’t be in the same lane
just like i’m switchin’ colors
but like a bow
not in the same rain
[chorus]
b+tch, hollon’ let me think (huh?)
aye yeah cause i ain’t in no rank (what?)
mane i’ma store this sh+t up in the box
just like the f+ckin’ bank (yeah, yeah)
lil’ b+tches stab you in yo’ back (yo’ back n+gga)
like they done made a f+ckin’ shank (a f+ckin’ shank)
(brrrgh, baw)
and you won’t never put me under
i won’t sank, b+tch (yeah)

[verse 2]
i did that b+tch so f+ckin’ good
she think i’m superman (superman)
make sure she know i ain’t wanna f+ck
i want that super brain (that super brain)
ain’t pop no perk, cause by myself
b+tch i go super saiyan (go super saiyan)
can’t f+ck with p+ssy b+tches
because they be super lame (be super lame)
b+tch i can be quiet, and funny
like i’m pootie tang (i’m pootie tang)
i did that b+tch so good out from the back
i think she pooted mane
these b+tches they get hurt
but they be thinkin’ i’ma do the same (do the same)
but they don’t know a wrong thing, from a right thing (b+tch)
mane i think i gotta go and f+ckin’ switch (just switch)
i ain’t no satellite, but b+tch i gotta go and f+ckin’ dish
can’t do a b+tch that smell like fish
if you ain’t my bae, i won’t kiss
i’m smart like sid the science kid (kid)
mane i wish that you would see it (see it)
[verse 3]
a gold digger, they gon’ dig b+tch (huh?)
they be wearin’ wigs b+tch (wigs)
i’ma do my f+ckin’ dance (my f+ckin’ dance)
then i hit that jig b+tch (jig)
mane we used to be on them trees
pickin’ out them figs b+tch
and i’on go discriminate, but i don’t want no big b+tch

[chorus]
hollon’ let me think (huh?)
aye yeah cause i ain’t in no rank (what?)
mane i’ma store that sh+t up in the box
just like the f+ckin’ bank (yeah, yeah)
lil’ b+tches stab you in yo’ back (yo’ back n+gga)
like they done made a f+ckin’ shank (a f+ckin’ shank)
(brrrgh, baw)
and you won’t never put me under
i won’t sank, b+tch (yeah)

- yb curtis lyrics

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