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letra de beat in the box - c. venus

i got the boot and a spare
we m8n3y gxng and don’t shoot in the air
i do not need yo lil b-tch
i f-ck my chick while she doing her hair
drum like he do with the snare
spit like a shotty, might dis-ssemble yo body
52 serving that white like it’s roddy
not saying that it’s right for yo body
but we need to come out the mud
clean wit the suds, huxtable, leave you the bud
quitting the dairy, shout out to harry, shout out to dawson and judd
i bout went off on the judge, we went to war
now we gone even the score
electrifying. say she catching a charge from me
i’m probably gone beat it some more
i see the proof in ya stare
this what i’m doing is rare
lil shawty be diggin my debonair
she watch what i’m choosing to wear
said i might not ever be famous
cause i’m not a pitiful pick
i do this sh-t with a purpose
they think i did it for kicks!

cuz i got the beat in the box, only 2 tens
baby, what’s up wit yo friends?
you get at her while i get at you
and we can make something begin
i got the, i got the boot and a spare
we m8n3y gxng and don’t shoot in the air
i do not need yo lil b-tch
i f-ck my chick while she doing her hair
she let me the beat in the box, roll up 2 tens
baby, what’s up wit yo friends?
you get at her while i get at you
and we can make something begin

my grandma still live in the bricks
i be there, right in the streets
if i see you and you owe me, we gonna fight in the streets
i got invited to eat, we finna grub
and i might leave you a dub
i smoke alone and don’t chief with a scrub
not a dance move when we beef in the club!
i got the beat in the box, linked to the amp
you need to link wit a champ
dirty stick with the tints on the whip
smoke in the air, think that we finna camp
really i’m built for this sh-t, you still full of sh-t, i know how to deal with this sh-t
i’m from the city that won’t show no pity
let em know you got money, get k!lled for the sh-t
so i got the cash in a box, it’s in agartha
cheffin, i cook like i’m martha
sleep at the w, rocking a yellow sweater, i start to feel i’m arthur
further the sk!ll of my father, i’m into art
bright but i live in the dark
i be with noah concealing the ark
i might just go chill in the park

- c venus

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