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letra de whatchu thinkin' - yb curtis

[intro]
(who made this sh-t?)
(taytaymadethebeat)
man let me say sum’ one time
huh
uh, got my chain on me
talkin’ my sh-t
aye, uh

[pre-chorus]
i’m walkin’ through that door
oh yo’ bullsh-t, i won’t take no more
mane i’m just givin’ you that option to just stay or go
i gave you all them chances
i’m talkin’ 3 times in a row
i’m tired of all this p-ssy sh-t
lil’ b-tch, it’s time to grow
[chorus]
like b-tch, i don’t know
mane i’m tryna’ take it slow
mane i swear i had a open heart, but now that sh-t be closed
mane and i ain’t finna waste my time just worried ‘bout
what you thinkin’
i got a bad b-tch, and you know that she amazin’

[verse 1]
b-tch, i’m about to drive
mane i thought i lost my pride
if, you thinkin’ i’m a p-ssy b-tch?
you see the look up in my eyes
mane i’ma throw you to the other world just like i’m king kai
aye say the game over, call it check, mate
b-tch the king died
and this the month i lost my mama ‘nem
mane a g, cried
i buy some sh-t and then i keep some bread, right up on the side
i really gotta get right up out my head, then just use my mind
you know that i cop it, i got it, you know i’ma rock it
i do that every time
mane lets go rhyme

[verse 2]
i say amazin’
b-tch you know we stay amazin’
mane i ain’t the same n-gga i was, i ain’t finna get no b-tch, be chasin’
say, lil’ b-tch i be whippin’ that car
i hop on my phone and i answer that call
i’m makin’ that money all up at my job, n-gga
you talkin’ that cash?
a job trigger
i buy my own sh-t, i don’t rob n-ggas
yeah, i ain’t talk ‘bout what you said
the main n-ggas, try to f-ck with me
them lil’ b-tches got dreads
i made a pledge, to my mama, told her i was gon’ be successful
and i got obstacles in the way, b-tch
and that sh-t just be stressful
i’m not finna pray up to no devil
[pre-chorus]
i’m walkin’ through that door
oh yo’ bullsh-t, i won’t take no more
mane i’m just givin’ you that option to just stay or go
i gave you all them chances
i’m talkin’ 3 times in a row
i’m tired of all this p-ssy sh-t
lil’ b-tch, it’s time to grow

[chorus]
like b-tch, i don’t know
mane i’m tryna’ take it slow
mane i swear i had a open heart, but now that sh-t be closed
mane and i ain’t finna waste my time just worried ‘bout
what you thinkin’
i got a bad b-tch, and you know that she amazin’

- yb curtis

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