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letra de r.n.i.t.b - yb curtis

[intro]
mane i’m really coolin’
ay’ yeah, yeah
mane, look
mane, sh-t i’ma need my water for this one
sh-t, you know i really do my thing though
ay’ yeah (forever solo and i’m solid n-gga)
ay’, lets go lets go
(mbc, you’re crazy)
ay’, b-tch
say let that bit’, go like this
yeah
[chorus]
b-tch i just stay up to myself
ain’t worried ‘bout sh-t them people do
i bet you thought i was a p-ssy boy
lil’ b-tch ain’t have no clue
and mane i ain’t finna’ lie to ya
i’ma tell the truth
b-tch only one of us can be the
realest n-gga in the booth

[hook]
aye mane yeah
lets talk ‘bout what i said now
b-tch and i’m the type to show
the action n-gga
i won’t talk no head now
b-tch i really think that you a fed now
yeah i got my air force 1’s on
it’s time to make my bread now

[verse 1]
mane i’m lookin’ up for santa
tryna’ ride up in they sled now
b-tch we turnin’ up on christmas day
i made a pledge now
i think i’m gettin’ thirsty b-tch
i’m finna’ drink some eggnog
i got a german sheppard b-tch
i turnt ‘em to a sled dog
b-tch, dog
mane i’ma do her like a dog, n-gga
b-tch you know i ain’t got no f-ckin’
friends cause you a dawg stealer
and i got fake n-ggas tryna’ be my dawg n-gga
and i’ma do that pretty b-tch just like a dog n-gga
my cousin ‘nem be huntin’ sh-t
mane they some hog ninjas
and then you know they shootin’ sh-t
cause they some hog k!llers
mane i can’t stand security guards up at
the mall n-gga
i got all the old ladies callin’ me a doll n-gga
[chorus]
b-tch i just stay up to myself
ain’t worried ‘bout sh-t them people do
i bet you thought i was a p-ssy boy
lil’ b-tch ain’t have no clue
and mane i ain’t finna’ lie to ya
i’ma tell the truth
b-tch only one of us can be the
realest n-gga in the booth

[verse 2]
high top dreads up on my head
i got a chili bowl
mane what you know about them hot dogs
without no chili though?
mane i can’t f-ck with p-ssy b-tches
because i’m just chillin’ though
and everybody vouchin’ for me
b-tch i’m really chillin’ though
mane a, b, d, c, e, f, z
b-tch i’m a andrew tate variant
cause i’m a top g
just like i’m john cena mane
n-gga, you can’t see me
and everybody think they know me
b-tch, but they can’t break me down
to the t
mane, yeah mane these n-ggas don’t even know
me like that though mane you know i real life just
be chillin’ doin’ my thing though
mane, you know i really wanna be on that tv though
yeah, and mane y’all n-ggas just gotta see me though
[chorus]
b-tch i just stay up to myself
ain’t worried ‘bout sh-t them people do
i bet you thought i was a p-ssy boy
lil’ b-tch ain’t have no clue
and mane i ain’t finna’ lie to ya
i’ma tell the truth
b-tch only one of us can be the
realest n-gga in the booth

[outro]
make that bread now

- yb curtis

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