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yb curtis – say wassam lyrics

say wassam lyrics
intro:
(h+llo)
yeah, i’m really f+ckin’ with it
mane n+ggas already know how it go mane
mane i really do my own thing
i’on even like it when n+ggas try to f+ck with me mane (say yeah, aye)
i’m finna gon and jump in this b+tch though
let’s go
bit

chorus:
aye say wassam mane?
expedition ridin, wanna drive up in that lamb mane
got me solo stridin’, independent, yes i am mane
i be f+ckin’ coolin, know me, i don’t give a d+mn mane
jet pack on a joyride, you can gon’ and call me sam mane
tip+toeing through the f+ckin’ alley (aye)

verse 1:
thinkin’ bout that timе i had a snow bunny named sally
(her name was sally)
and еvery time these hoes mess up, mark a tally
i’m eatin’ good, ain’t no fastin’
go to texas, move to dallas
aye, mane let me start and let me turn tables
b+tch i ain’t no book so you can’t turn me like you turn paper
have a f+ckin’ baby, i’m invested, that’s concerned labor
and yes that b+tch so stuck, you might as well call her mrs. staple
aye yeah
i just did that b+tch so good, she probably thought i taped her
and she want me to hit it now, but i’m gon’ hit it later
and i don’t do no dates but she be wantin’ me to take her
and you know she a runner b+tch but i won’t never chase her
i won’t never chase her
b+tch you gon’ be the one that chase me
i tell em’, mane i would really be stupid if i chased a b+tch
i taught myself don’t trust n0body because people fake and switch
i barely post on social media, the ‘gram mane
i look at you, wassam mane?
mane just get what i’m sayin mane
chorus:
aye say wassam mane?
expedition ridin, wanna drive up in that lamb mane
got me solo stridin’, independent, yes i am mane
i be f+ckin’ coolin, know me, i don’t give a d+mn mane
jet pack on a joyride, you can gon’ and call me sam mane
tip+toeing through the f+ckin’ alley (yeah)

verse 2:
i seen a animal, that b+tch was f+ckin’ dead, in a dead bag
and i can’t f+ck with too many hoes because they got red flags
and they be lookin’ at me weird like “oh my god you said that?”
mane, i be actin’ like i’m a f+ckin’ robot
knockin’ at yo door like knock knock
b+tch you answered
and you like “knock knock”
“who’s there?”
“me, b+tch”
“i don’t care”
and then yo ass just closed the door
and then yo stupid ass gon’ stare
mane i’m about to give this b+tch a knot knot
(i think the b+tch name was kendra)
and you know i can’t cuff her because that b+tch is a thot bot
(say mane i think she got that syndrome)
mane i think she got that thot bot syndrome
i ain’t playin, i think you need to get rid of her or send her
yeah
mane i ain’t playin’ b+tch
you know she a red flag!
mane you know she ain’t good for sh+t!
and you know she just that bad!
mane i ain’t even gotta say too f+ckin’ much
aye and i got my lil’ s+xy queen so i don’t give a f+ck
chorus:
aye say wassam mane?
expedition ridin, wanna drive up in that lamb mane
got me solo stridin’, independent, yes i am mane
i be f+ckin’ coolin, know me, i don’t give a d+mn mane
jet pack on a joyride, you can gon’ and call me sam mane
tip+toeing through the f+ckin’ alley

- yb curtis lyrics

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