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letra de hot pot - yb curtis

[intro]
(mbc, you’re crazy)
yeah, uh
ay’ mane, ay’ you know, ay’
ay’ that’s what these n-ggas think ‘bout me mane
ay’ these b-tches really think i give a f-ck n-gga
b-tch, lets go (yeah)
yeah
say let that bit, go like this, yeah

[chorus]
ay’ mane the last thing that you can think lil’ b-tch, is you got over me
to think i’m tender ‘bout a b-tch?
that sh-t be dumb
b-tch you a ho’ to me
b-tch n-gga speakin’ on my name
i swear that sh-t be f-ckin’ blowin’ me
mane why the f-ck these p-ssy n-ggas think that they be knowin’ me?
you f-ckin’ claim that you a gangsta’ n-gga
b-tch but what the f-ck you showin’ me?
b-tch i ain’t no f-ckin’ gangsta’ n-gga
and y’all b-tches never harmin’ me
and mane them n-ggas caught me lackin’ b-tch
oh yeah i got got
mane this for all them p-ssy n-ggas claimin’ that my pot hot
[verse 1]
oh mane i love it when a p-ssy n-gga thinkin’ he can get to me
and them n-ggas be angry, cause they never f-ckin’ hittin’ me
oh mane i heard it
i done watched it
i done seen the f-ckin’ jealousy
oh b-tch i got a baby by that fine ho’
they envy me
mane i watch n-ggas call they self yo brother, b-tch
but they ain’t kin to me
they rat you out and then you get the bubble, b-tch
that’s how the city be
oh mane i swear when she had left, that sh-t had motherf-ckin’ hurted me
but i got over b-tch now i don’t got no f-ckin’ dirty feet
mane you reap what you sow, that’s what the bible verses be
so i ain’t worried ‘bout a b-tch who put a n-gga versus me
mane once you cross me you a opp, b-tch
so stay there wit’ yo peeps
so mane just stay there wit’ them opps
may all y’all b-tches rest in peace, b-tch

[chorus]
ay’ mane the last thing that you can think lil’ b-tch, is you got over me
to think i’m tender ‘bout a b-tch?
that sh-t be dumb
b-tch you a ho’ to me
b-tch n-gga speakin’ on my name
i swear that sh-t be f-ckin’ blowin’ me
mane why the f-ck these p-ssy n-ggas think that they be knowin’ me?
you f-ckin’ claim that you a gangsta’ n-gga
b-tch but what the f-ck you showin’ me?
b-tch i ain’t no f-ckin’ gangsta’ n-gga
and y’all b-tches never harmin’ me
and mane them n-ggas caught me lackin’ b-tch
oh yeah i got got
mane this for all them p-ssy n-ggas claimin’ that my pot hot
[verse 2]
mane these n-ggas they be maggots
mane they be trashy
b-tch i don’t like n-ggas
b-tch i hate n-ggas
all that p-ssy sh-t, it make me wanna fight n-ggas
mane these b-tches, they gon’ lie about ya’
that’s why i can’t cuff a b-tch
mane i got tapes for days, if a b-tch wan’ see me f-ck a b-tch
mane b-tches tryna’ be my second baby mama
and i just tell ‘em i don’t want anymore motherf-ckin’ drama
so i just a duck a b-tch
and if a n-gga speak up on my f-ckin’ mama
mane i’ma cluck ya’ b-tch
ay’ mane don’t f-ck wit’ me cause i might get that fye and then i up ya’ b-tch
mane actin’ like i care ‘bout yo’ feelings, that sh-t be futile
mane i get tired of n-ggas talkin’, i wish i could mute y’all
b-tch, i’ma put all of my sh-t up on a u-haul
b-tch, i’ma move and act like i ain’t ever knew y’all, yeah

- yb curtis

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