letra de the box remix - dnash tha rapper
roddy ricch hook
pullin’ out the coupe at the lot
told ’em “f-ck 12, f-ck swat”
bustin’ all the bales out the box
i just hit a l!ck with the box
had to put the stick in a box, mm
pour up the whole d-mn seal, i’ma get lazy
i got the mojo-deals, we been trappin’ like the ’80’s
she sucked a n-gga soul, got the cash app
told ’em wipe a n-gga nose, say slatt, slatt
i won’t never sell my soul, and i can back that
and i really wanna know, where you at, at?
dnash tha rapper
where ya been at x²
i’ve been hustling down where the benz at
all eyes on me where ya lens at
been solo dolo where my friends at
life is stuck in the box
cops trapped me in the box
goons hop out like jack in the box
r-i-p ko-be gi-gi they was too young for the box
been boding beats
ain’t sleeping in weeks
laying on hard floors
with foams on my feet
lows so deep
it can open a hole through your sheets
dont reach at the beast, or ima unleash & feast
no no no, i ain’t playing for keeps, 2020 is mine so you better take your seats
karats in the pot
i ain’t f-cking no thots nah,nah
roddy ricch hook
pullin’ out the coupe at the lot
told ’em “f-ck 12, f-ck swat”
bustin’ all the bales out the box
i just hit a l!ck with the box
had to put the stick in a box, mm
pour up the whole d-mn seal, i’ma get lazy
i got the mojo-deals, we been trappin’ like the ’80’s
she sucked a n-gga soul, got the cash app
told ’em wipe a n-gga nose, say slatt, slatt
i won’t never sell my soul, and i can back that
and i really wanna know, where you at, at?
roddy ricch verse 2
ha-ha-ha, i been movin’ ’em out
if steelo with me, then he got the blues in the pouch
took her to the forest, put the wood in her mouth
b-tch don’t wear no shoes in my house
the private i’m flyin’ in, i never wanna fly again
i take my chances in traffic
she suckin’ on d-ck no hands with it
i just made the rollie plain like a landing-strip
i’m a 2020 president candidate
i done put a hunnid bands on zimmerman sh-t
i been movin’ real gangsta, so that’s why she pick a crip
shawty call me chris cole, ’cause i pop my sh-t
got it out the mud, there’s nothin’ you can tell me, yeah
when i had the drugs, i was street-wealthy, yeah
pullin’ out the coupe at the lot
roddy ricch hook
told ’em “f-ck 12, f-ck swat”
bustin’ all the bales out the box
i just hit a l!ck with the box
had to put the stick in a box, mm
pour up the whole d-mn seal, i’ma get lazy
i got the mojo-deals, we been trappin’ like the ’80’s
she sucked a n-gga soul, got the cash app
told ’em wipe a n-gga nose, say slatt, slatt
i won’t never sell my soul, and i can back that
and i really wanna know, where you at, at?
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