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black ball - yb curtis lyrics

(intro):
sh*t really been gettin’ to me lately
ya’ know?
i’on let it phase me but even i got my breakin’ point
let’s go

(chorus):
i’m lookin round and round
i got this sh*t up on my mind so you can’t f*ck with me
it ain’t no hatin’ on my baby cause she stuck with me
and if you tryna come and do some ain’t no luck with me
talkin’ ‘bout the love we had
i see me a red flag
mane just let me get a piece of you
ain’t n0body gon be mad
and you the one to hold me down
my love lost, but it’s gon’ get found

(verse 1):
mane
i be cookin’ up
you know i’m cool cause you enough
and people walkin’ out my life but that sh*t used to just be tough
i keep the times up when we f*ck
and i don’t never wanna duck
i’m tellin’ you don’t worry ‘bout the people sayin we ain’t enough
i really gotta learn
i’m really tryna keep up with the sh*t i earn
you told me you said (what you said?)
i don’t want this
i’m like b*tch, what you want then? (what you want?)
you don’t f*ck with me
and now you b*tch ass can’t defend
you can’t defend and i don’t know ‘bout what you want
you claim you finna come and pop me
but ‘yo b*tch ass just won’t
and i don’t give a f*ck about the sh*t you say you do or don’t
and if you wanna stand to me b*tch don’t do it cause you slumped (b*tch)
i’m not the type to do that drug sh*t
don’t give a f*ck ‘bout you
and then you really lookin’ at me like you think
you got a clue
you look at that sh*t and that sh*t it be new
oh my n*gga, you look confused?
say i’m not type to just be in the light and i really don’t feel it unless i’m aroused
my n*gga just why in the f*ck is you lookin’ at me like you really just wanna come do sh*t?
i really get bored and i hop on that 2k
b*tch i’m really finna go and boost sh*t
if you really ‘bout it then do it (do it, b*tch)
with my bae, on the boosie boo sh*t (boosie, b*tch)
we stick together like we a motherf*ckin’ glue stick, b*tch (b*tch)
(chorus):
i’m lookin round and round
i got this sh*t up on my mind so you can’t f*ck with me
it ain’t no hatin’ on my baby cause she stuck with me
and if you tryna come and do some ain’t no luck with me
talkin’ bout the love we had
i see me a red flag
mane just let me get a piece of you
ain’t n0body gon be mad
and you the one to hold me down
my love lost, but it’s gon’ be found

(verse 2):
i be runnin’ in
baby everytime i see you
i just wanna be the key to you
mane i just wan’ complete you
mane i don’t like to put you down
or make you feel under the bleachers
i’d rather just be the n*gga who be there
to f*ckin’ teach you
i really be coolin’ and chillin’
i don’t give a f*ck about the n*ggas
who wanna do sh*t to me
i don’t never be searchin’
i’d rather just give me a bad b*tch
to give the booty to me
i don’t care if you be on that freaky deaky
sh*t and then you wanna come and suck on my d*ck them n*ggas they trippin they lame
they really be thinkin’ they really be ‘bout
all that sh*t
mane peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers lookin at ‘yo letter’s, lookin at yo dresser
n*ggas they be f*ckin’ jealous they don’t even
get a chance to read on what’s the weather
i’ma really spazz, i’ma get class
i’ma go fast, i’ma get on that ass
n*ggas they trippin’ they really just thinkin’
i can’t go, but i go in fast (b*tch, yea)
(chorus):
i’m lookin round and round
i got this sh*t up on my mind so you can’t f*ck with me
it ain’t no hatin’ on my baby cause she stuck with me
and if you tryna come and do some ain’t no luck with me
you talkin’ bout the love we had
i see me a red flag
mane let me get a piece of you
ain’t n0body gon be mad
and you the one to hold me down
my love lost, but it’s gon’ be found

- yb curtis lyrics

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