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letra de shoebox - fella

[intro]
yeah bro, whatever you need n-gga
you know where i keep the bandikas n-gga
yeah, the 11s and 12s boxes got the most bread in ‘em n-gga
but if you just need a little chump change check the tanks
whatsup? take the whole box n-gga thats all you, that’s on the 4’s
we don’t trust banks
shoeboxes in the closet, big bank hank
blue faces in my pockets, you ain’t topped rank?
don’t even bother knockin’
call me if you comin’ n-gga, ‘fore my youngins get to poppin’

[tag]
(ay that’s hard zay)

[hook]
nah we don’t trust banks
shoeboxes in the closet, big bank hank
blue faces in my pockets, you ain’t topped rank?
don’t even bother knockin’
call me if you comin’ n-gga, ‘fore my youngins get to poppin’
we don’t trust banks
shoeboxes in the closet, big bank hank
blue faces in my pockets, you ain’t topped rank?
don’t even bother knockin’
call me if you comin’ n-gga, ‘fore my youngins get to poppin’
[verse 1]
we don’t launder money, we just bought a laundromat
yeah we might’ve used a couple hundred racks from the trap
had to get it out the crevice, that’s why we sell crack
just to get up out the hood, so we could come and take it back
well that’s the f-ckin’ plan, but the streets ain’t where it’s at
n-ggas swear they ‘bout cheese, but at heart he a rat
just ‘cause he flippin’ keys, don’t mean he could rap
i ain’t got sh-t to say to a p-ssy with a gat
all my b-tches down to ride, and my n-ggas gon’ clap
anyone of us get hit, stitch lipped, believe that
i’ll do 150 years before i ever f-ckin’ cap
like a siamese twin, i got my brother’s f-ckin’ back

[hook]

[verse 2]
copped 11 lows and a polo hat to match it
true religion jeans, white tees, and a bad b-tch
gorilla number 4 in the wood, it’s a habit
keepin’ cabbage for the fiends, if you need it then we have it
my lightskin queen moves white, but she ratchet
your favorite ig model parked her prius at my cabin
i touch 100 bands, she gon’ f-ck around and match it
cop the s-class, she gon’ get the g wagon
straps in both whips, you can’t ever catch me lackin’
5% tint, matte black with a jacket
mama told me if i make it, gotta learn to stack it
we made it out the trenches, so we tryna live lavish
[tag]

- fella

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