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Y1 - C.L.T.B.A Lyrics



Y1 - C.L.T.B.A Lyrics




Oh yeah!
I can't leave this bitch alone
I'm a dog and I love to get this bitch the bone, It be quick to fix her tone
She call my penis Pumba, the way I tought this bitch Timon
Be havin her on snooze, Like a song comin' from SZA'S phone
She send me SOS texts on the weekend
I'm tryna have a good day, lil Shorty geekin
She want a top dog, I'm tryna get topped off
She ain't even worthy of a Yorki or hot dog

I really f*ckin' hate this bitch, I ain't even lyin' though
But quiet as it's kept as far as sex, the pussy fire though
Some of y'all out there laughin, but this is not a joke at all
I really had to train this bitch, see my lil' Pokemon
Sparked my interest, Jolteon, can't cook but the throat is bomb
Areolas pretty, tits look like two big ol' Pokeballs
Said lil' bitch, I choose you
And if you got a man, change of plans
Cuz here I am, So feel free to say that you used to
I carry a pew-pew, and if that bitch gon' pew-pew
It's gon' turn a dog-ass nigga into a blues clue
So don't get it confused, boo, I know you gon' do me wrong
Ain't got no job like Tommy Strong, but put your number in my phone

I can't leave this bitch alone
I'm a dog and I love to get this bitch the bone, It be quick to fix her tone
She call my penis Pumba, the way I tought this bitch Timon
Be havin her on snooze, Like a song comin' from SZA'S phone
She send me SOS texts on the weekend
I'm tryna have a good day, lil Shorty geekin
She want a top dog, I'm tryna get topped off
She ain't even worthy of a Yorki or hot dog

The f*ck, I look like stressin' or sweatin' when textin' a bitch
And this is not a flex, we can't lessen some unethical shit
It's a mention to my madness, ain't got time for insecurities
Or bitch-assness, so quit with all that yappin
You Billie Jeans be trappin, I be laughin to the bank
Saying I shot the club up, but whole time, I was shootin' blanks
I know how these bitches think, they just like to pick and choose
And when it comes to thots treat, I'm like boxers
I just stick and move, I follow different rules
So don't be thinkin' we doin' no datin
We f*ck on the first night, I call that whorientation
Damn girl, this pussy's amazing, head game beyond tough
Your red flags keep on showin' up, and I know I should be gone but

I can't leave this bitch alone
I'm a dog and I love to get this bitch the bone, It be quick to fix her tone
She call my penis Pumba, the way I tought this bitch Timon
Be havin her on snooze, Like a song comin' from SZA'S phone
She send me SOS texts on the weekend
I'm tryna have a good day, lil Shorty geekin
She want a top dog, I'm tryna get topped off
She ain't even worthy of a Yorki or hot dog
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Oh yeah!
I can't leave this bitch alone
I'm a dog and I love to get this bitch the bone, It be quick to fix her tone
She call my penis Pumba, the way I tought this bitch Timon
Be havin her on snooze, Like a song comin' from SZA'S phone
She send me SOS texts on the weekend
I'm tryna have a good day, lil Shorty geekin
She want a top dog, I'm tryna get topped off
She ain't even worthy of a Yorki or hot dog

I really f*ckin' hate this bitch, I ain't even lyin' though
But quiet as it's kept as far as sex, the pussy fire though
Some of y'all out there laughin, but this is not a joke at all
I really had to train this bitch, see my lil' Pokemon
Sparked my interest, Jolteon, can't cook but the throat is bomb
Areolas pretty, tits look like two big ol' Pokeballs
Said lil' bitch, I choose you
And if you got a man, change of plans
Cuz here I am, So feel free to say that you used to
I carry a pew-pew, and if that bitch gon' pew-pew
It's gon' turn a dog-ass nigga into a blues clue
So don't get it confused, boo, I know you gon' do me wrong
Ain't got no job like Tommy Strong, but put your number in my phone

I can't leave this bitch alone
I'm a dog and I love to get this bitch the bone, It be quick to fix her tone
She call my penis Pumba, the way I tought this bitch Timon
Be havin her on snooze, Like a song comin' from SZA'S phone
She send me SOS texts on the weekend
I'm tryna have a good day, lil Shorty geekin
She want a top dog, I'm tryna get topped off
She ain't even worthy of a Yorki or hot dog

The f*ck, I look like stressin' or sweatin' when textin' a bitch
And this is not a flex, we can't lessen some unethical shit
It's a mention to my madness, ain't got time for insecurities
Or bitch-assness, so quit with all that yappin
You Billie Jeans be trappin, I be laughin to the bank
Saying I shot the club up, but whole time, I was shootin' blanks
I know how these bitches think, they just like to pick and choose
And when it comes to thots treat, I'm like boxers
I just stick and move, I follow different rules
So don't be thinkin' we doin' no datin
We f*ck on the first night, I call that whorientation
Damn girl, this pussy's amazing, head game beyond tough
Your red flags keep on showin' up, and I know I should be gone but

I can't leave this bitch alone
I'm a dog and I love to get this bitch the bone, It be quick to fix her tone
She call my penis Pumba, the way I tought this bitch Timon
Be havin her on snooze, Like a song comin' from SZA'S phone
She send me SOS texts on the weekend
I'm tryna have a good day, lil Shorty geekin
She want a top dog, I'm tryna get topped off
She ain't even worthy of a Yorki or hot dog
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Writer: Nicolas Pullen
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Performed By: Y1
Language: English
Length: 2:56
Written by: Nicolas Pullen

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