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yb curtis - remy tone 2 lyrics

[intro: yb curtis]
(j perry on the track)
huh, huh
yeah
what you talkin’ ‘bout?
n+gga be like
what you on?
this that remy tone

[pre+chorus: yb curtis]
uh, i be watchin’ all my speech
ain’t worried ‘bout what i said wrong
mane all my music obsolete
don’t matter what you play it on
i make that b+tch play twister
she ain’t have her f+ckin’ leg on
mane everybody that listen to me
gon’ hear me through the headphones

[chorus: yb curtis]
say b+tch i’m like a demigod
rappin’ on that demi tone
they crop me up all out the picture
then they claim they sent it wrong
i’m fye as f+ck, just likе a pizza
bought that sh+t from jimmy john’s
mane that lil’ b+tch could be my remy ma
causе this that remy tone
[verse 1: yb curtis]
mmm, yeah
i’m the illest n+gga, don’t you get it wrong
i used to wonder why them p+ssy b+tches
wouldn’t leave me ‘lone
i’m makin’ videos all on my camera
songs up on my phone
mane i stay to myself in isolation
cause that’s what i’m on
i had some times up in my life where i just wish that i was gone
mane i got people thinkin’ i ain’t real
like i’m some f+ckin’ clone
i used to wish that i could fly away
just like a f+ckin’ drone
i’m in my crib, rappin’ on the track
with my heater on

[refrain: yb curtis]
uh, i be watchin’ all my speech
ain’t worried ‘bout what i said wrong
mane all my music obsolete
don’t matter what you play it on
i make that b+tch play twister
she ain’t have her f+ckin’ leg on
mane everybody that listen to me
gon’ hear me through the headphones
[chorus: yb curtis]
say b+tch i’m like a demigod
rappin’ on that demi tone
they crop me up all out the picture
then they claim they sent it wrong
i’m fye as f+ck, just like a pizza
bought that sh+t from jimmy john’s
mane that lil’ b+tch could be my remy ma
cause this that remy tone

[verse 2: klassy k]
yeah
klassy k, go
i told that n+gga l!ck it like a mango (mango)
he+he said he wanna f+ck, so i told him mane, go (mane, go)
they steady tryna’ beef, but i ain’t worried ‘bout no lame ho’
and i, just want the bread
ain’t worried ‘bout no fame, though
because i’m supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (expialidocious)
run+run+run around the scene and cause a whole lotta commotion
and i be wit’ my homegirls
we be outchea jocin’
and we don’t f+ck wit’ n+ggas unless they be gettin’ motion
and everybody know that i don’t f+ck with all that hatin’ sh+t (i don’t f+ck wit’ it)
don’t give a f+ck about who dissin’, cause i’m livin’ great n’ sh+t
i know i got talent, i ain’t worried ‘bout the ratin’ sh+t
he was beggin’ for my number, had him lookin’ like he prayin’ n’ sh+t (n+gga, you funny)
i got b+tches comin’ for my neck, but i ain’t sayin’ sh+t (i ain’t sayin’ sh+t)
y’all gon’ hear me on this beat and y’all gon be replayin’ it
i be watchin all my speech and you can say i said this (i said this)
don’t ever try to think you could get up here wit’ a real b— (the f+ck?)
[refrain: yb curtis]
yeah, uh
uh, i be watchin’ all my speech
ain’t worried ‘bout what i said wrong
mane all my music obsolete
don’t matter what you play it on
i make that b+tch play twister
she ain’t have her f+ckin’ leg on
mane everybody that listen to me
gon’ hear me through the headphones

[chorus: yb curtis]
say b+tch i’m like a demigod
rappin’ on that demi tone
they crop me up all out the picture
then they claim they sent it wrong
i’m fye as f+ck, just like a pizza
bought that sh+t from jimmy john’s
mane that lil’ b+tch could be my remy ma
cause this that remy tone

- yb curtis lyrics

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