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letra de monroe freestyle 3 - yb curtis

[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

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