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letra de hotbox - mills (jvdenmills)

[verse 1]
rockstar living like a regular person
pop one, ’cause a motherf-cker earned it
i’m starting to feel like i’m a whole new person
shawty wanted louis v, now she want the birkin
i like to switch up my b-tch, white to persian
i keep it straight upg, these motherf-ckers perming
i keep an ar, ’cause motherf-ckers be lurking
kick the hoe to the curb
she believing all the sh-t that she heard
i’ma keep it a g with you, ain’t talking no herb
sliding with the brodies and we smoking on herb
stuff my facе with the drank, finna throw up
in the trackhawk, figure 8’s, doing donuts
rеal bad b-tch with the gang and she know us
12 pulling up, but so what?

[chorus]
now i’m in the backseat, whipping like apache
flow too catchy, smoking on the gassy
pop out with a bad, bad b-tch, too flashy
i can make a real dry hoe start splashing
took that how to panama, i gave her lockjaw
i can make the roof go ‘poof’, take the top off
slide with the gang, steady smoking like rastas
had to put the roof back in for the hotbox
[verse 2]
i’m rocking marni on marni, just got a lil’ barbie
she pop out to parties, i like how she party
i don’t need a key to the car to go start it
i’m smoking on gas, feeling high as a martian
she like how i live, she feeling the kid
she love how i’m keeping it real like madrid
she suck on it, suck on it, love how it slip
but she stuck on the fact that she can’t take a pick
’cause i got some other b-tches waiting
slide on the beat like a motherf-cker skating
smoke on this dope ’til my eyes like an asian
one shawty jamaican, the other caucasian
i told her my name and i love how they say it
this life like a game and they love how i play it
moncler in the rain so the ice don’t get wet
but i just like smiling and catching these checks, huh
rockstar living like a d-mn goat
i feel like rambo toting on a .44
i keep the fam with me like i’m a cholo
dropped out, getting money since one-ocho
i can sing to the b-tch like post malone
i call the b-tch ‘ring ring’, i’m her ringtone
i just wanna like once and nothing more
and that’s prolly why
[chorus]
now i’m in the backseat, whipping like apache
flow too catchy, smoking on the gassy
pop out with a bad, bad b-tch, too flashy
i can make a real dry hoe start splashing
took that how to panama, i gave her lockjaw
i can make the roof go ‘poof’, take the top off
slide with the gang, steady smoking like rastas
had to put the roof back in for the hotbox

- mills jvdenmills

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