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monroe freestyle 3 - yb curtis lyrics

[intro]
p*ssy b*tches think they bold, but want no smoke wit’ me (want no smoke)
you really mad, you think you pushin’ b*ttons
but you can’t go up wit’ me (can’t go up)
if you a thot, or you a ho’, b*tch
you ain’t got no luck wit’ me (ain’t got no luck)
mane i get tired of p*ssy n*ggas tryna’ think that they can f*ck’ wit’ me
(sapfir)

[verse 1]
i’m about to play her station
just like this be ps4
lets make a video, i’m tryna’ watch this b*tch just like a show
i did her ass so good, then tried to leave, she said “no do some more.”
don’t show up to my crib at night cause b*tch i’ma say, “no we closed.”
i almost tripped and fell yesterday
that was a close call
the b*tch gon’ ask me if i f*ckin’ broke it, b*tch
h*ll naw
you tryna’ f*ckin’ tell me how to livе my life
but you can’t make that call
and i’ma make that p*ssy bouncе around just like a f*ckin’ frog

[verse 2]
you call me blind like i can’t f*ckin’ see up in the f*ckin’ fog
the beat drop low and now you all up on me like a f*ckin’ hog
you tryna’ f*ckin’ play me like a phony
b*tch that’s what you are
and i be watchin’ people like a hawk, just like a f*ckin’ dog
mane let the treble fade in, n*gga i’ma fade you out
mane i get tired of talkin’, just come show me
b*tch say, “what you ’bout?”
and you a f*ckin’ ho’
and you a b*tch
well let me tell it to ya’
and you a b*tch, ass, n*gga
lemme gon’ n’ spell it to ya’
[hook]
b, i’ma make that motherf*ckin’ booty lock
i did that b*tch so f*ckin’ good, i start to make her booty rock
ay’ yeah, i
don’t understand, why i can’t f*ckin’ cry
if you a n*gga b*tch come f*ck wit’ me, i hit you in yo’ eye
i said t, i’ma knock you in yo’ motherf*ckin’ t**th
i said c, n*gga they don’t motherf*ckin’ play wit’ me
i said h, all these p*ssy n*ggas filled wit’ all that hate
and i’ma always do my thing, don’t give no f*cks ‘bout what you say

[verse 3]
mane, why you tryna come and talk about some sh*t you ain’t know?
you tryna’ come n’ tell me that i went
but b*tch i ain’t go
and then that pretty b*tch want me to grab her by her ankle
i buy my own sh*t (my sh*t)
b*tch but you?
mane that ain’t so (ay’ yeah)
monroe freestyle 3, and them n*ggas think they see (they see)
i don’t wanna be n0body else, b*tch i just wan’ be me
mane i’ma rap it, i’ma talk it b*tch, because i’m obsolete
and i’ma push it, push it, p*ssy b*tch cause you ain’t knowin’ me
yeah

[outro]
eenie meenie miny f*ckin’ mo
mane i’ma get that f*ckin’ b*tch n’ then i grab her by her toe
and i don’t even know why b*tches tryna’ play me like a ho’
but i’ma go n’ f*ckin’ do her, then i make her p*ssy sore
b*tch, lets go

- yb curtis lyrics

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