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letra de the box - mustard & roddy ricch

pullin’ out the coupe at the lot
told ’em f-ck 12, f-ck swat
bustin’ all the bells out the box
i just hit a l!ck with the box
had to put the stick in a box, mmh
pour up the whole d-mn seal, i’ma get lazy
i got the mojo-deals, we been trappin’ like the ’80s
she sucked a n-gga soul, gotta 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?
i was out back, where the stash at?
cruise the city in a bulletproof cadillac (skrrt)
’cause i know these n-ggas after where the bag at (yеah)
gotta move smarter, gotta move hardеr
n-ggas try to get me for my water
i’ll lay his ass down on my son, or my daughter
i had the draco with me, dwayne carter
lotta n-ggas out here playin’, ain’t ballin’
i done out my whole arm in the rim, vince carter (yeah)
and i know probably get a key for the quarter
shawty barely seen in double c’s, i bought ’em
got a b-tch that’s looking like aaliyah, she a model
i got the pink slip, all my whips is key-less
compton, i’m about to get the key to the city
patek like the sea, forgive me
pullin’ out the coupe at the lot
told ’em f-ck 12, f-ck swat
bustin’ all the bells out the box
i just hit a l!ck with the box
had to put the stick in a box, mmh
pour up the whole d-mn seal, i’ma get lazy
i got the mojo deals, we been trappin’ like the ’80s
she sucked that n-gga soul, gotta 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?
ha-ha-ha, i been movin’ ’em out
if steelo with me, then he got the blues in the pouch (yeah)
took her to the forrest, put 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’ll take my chances in traffic (yeah)
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 hundred bands on zimmerman, sh-t
i been movin’ real gangsta’, so that’s why she pick a crip
shawty call me crisco, ’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
told ’em f-ck 12, f-ck swat
bustin’ all the bells out the box
i just hit a l!ck with the box
had to put the stick in a box, mmh
pour up the whole d-mn seal, i’ma get lazy
i got the mojo deals, we been trappin’ like the ’80s
she sucked a n-gga soul, gotta 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?

- mustard roddy ricch

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