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letra de let me think freestyle - yb curtis

[intro]
ay, ay (b-tch, baw)
okay
look, ay
i do what i wanna do (hrrgh)
mane i just be doin’ my thing though (hrrgh)
ay
okay
look

[verse 1]
ay
i don’t give a f-ck about no b-tch that don’t wan’ talk to me (talk)
the same b-tch hit my phone, she found my crib
cause she be stalkin’ me (she stalkin’)
these p-ssy b-tches lurkin’
b-tch they think that they be botherin’ me (they botherin’)
this p-ssy n-gga think that when he see me, he gon’ body me (body)
mane these n-ggas must not know that i’m a motherf-ckin’ prodigy (prodigy)
mane all the sh-t i do lil’ b-tch, yo’ mama, she be proud of me (she proud)
mane n-ggas really wanna come and bring a differеnt side of me (that side)
you rеally need to worry ‘bout yo’ b-tch, fo’ she be ridin’ me (yeah, yeah)
but n-ggas, they be stupid b-tch
they thinkin’ it’s the same game (the same game)
i gotta go and handle business, can’t be doin’ the same thing
my mind be switchin’ moods, b-tch
i can’t be in the same lane
just like i’m switchin’ colors
but like a bow
not in the same rain
[chorus]
b-tch, hollon’ let me think (huh?)
aye yeah cause i ain’t in no rank (what?)
mane i’ma store this sh-t up in the box
just like the f-ckin’ bank (yeah, yeah)
lil’ b-tches stab you in yo’ back (yo’ back n-gga)
like they done made a f-ckin’ shank (a f-ckin’ shank)
(brrrgh, baw)
and you won’t never put me under
i won’t sank, b-tch (yeah)

[verse 2]
i did that b-tch so f-ckin’ good
she think i’m superman (superman)
make sure she know i ain’t wanna f-ck
i want that super brain (that super brain)
ain’t pop no perk, cause by myself
b-tch i go super saiyan (go super saiyan)
can’t f-ck with p-ssy b-tches
because they be super lame (be super lame)
b-tch i can be quiet, and funny
like i’m pootie tang (i’m pootie tang)
i did that b-tch so good out from the back
i think she pooted mane
these b-tches they get hurt
but they be thinkin’ i’ma do the same (do the same)
but they don’t know a wrong thing, from a right thing (b-tch)
mane i think i gotta go and f-ckin’ switch (just switch)
i ain’t no satellite, but b-tch i gotta go and f-ckin’ dish
can’t do a b-tch that smell like fish
if you ain’t my bae, i won’t kiss
i’m smart like sid the science kid (kid)
mane i wish that you would see it (see it)
[verse 3]
a gold digger, they gon’ dig b-tch (huh?)
they be wearin’ wigs b-tch (wigs)
i’ma do my f-ckin’ dance (my f-ckin’ dance)
then i hit that jig b-tch (jig)
mane we used to be on them trees
pickin’ out them figs b-tch
and i’on go discriminate, but i don’t want no big b-tch

[chorus]
hollon’ let me think (huh?)
aye yeah cause i ain’t in no rank (what?)
mane i’ma store that sh-t up in the box
just like the f-ckin’ bank (yeah, yeah)
lil’ b-tches stab you in yo’ back (yo’ back n-gga)
like they done made a f-ckin’ shank (a f-ckin’ shank)
(brrrgh, baw)
and you won’t never put me under
i won’t sank, b-tch (yeah)

- yb curtis

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