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letra de real rap - shoebox baby

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[intro]
huh? what? come on
(i stopped sellin’ drugs, for my blood i’ma get it in)
yeah, slatt, slatt, it’s ‘box
uh-huh, uh-huh, come on
(this real rap right here)
yeah, slatt, it’s ‘box

[chorus]
i been dealin’ with anxiety
i been chasin’ after love
why the f-ck cupid ass still ain’t find me?
i been movin’ slimey
told the judge to apple pay it
better yet, baby girl, you can chime me
all these labels steady tryin’ me
i need five-hundred thousand cash
that’s up front or they’ll never get to sign me
i be where the slimes bе
if you out eatin’ and they ain’t eatin’
bеtter find a way to feed ’em or you slimey
[verse]
i’m up in club, off the x, i don’t fear a man
i stopped sellin’ drugs, for my blood i’ma get it in
school my lil’ cuz, he start spinnin’ like a ceilin’ fan
told me she in love, once i f-ck ain’t no bein’ friends
get it in, dish it out
shipment in, switch it out
woney fightin’ cases, told ’em, “face it, take a different route”
ain’t never seen a station, i got paper, ain’t no statement, b-tch, i’m gettin’ out
if i don’t get no bond, just like von, i’ma sit it out
buddy took the stand, call my mans, have him spray the house
once the shots fired, come outside, then take him out
now, why the f-ck the feds ain’t make sure he have a safer house?
now they found your ass dead before they get the papers out
man, that’s some movie sh-t
ridin’ in a vert, with a city girl, just like lil uzi did
know a b-tch that came from the hood that got her booty did
he do it off of love, switchy love to make that uzi spit
my shorties not new to this
and that’s the reason they ass so ruthless
finna take the guys out, we goin’ to ruth chris
everybody expect blitz, he see a l!ck, he be thirsty to do some sh-t

[chorus]
i been dealin’ with anxiety
i been chasin’ after love
why the f-ck cupid ass still ain’t find me?
i been movin’ slimey
told the judge to apple pay it
better yet, baby girl, you can chime me
all these labels steady tryin’ me
i need five-hundred thousand cash
that’s up front or they’ll never get to sign me
i be where the slimes be
if you out eatin’ and they ain’t eatin’
better find a way to feed ’em or you slimey
[outro]
i’m up in club, off the x, i don’t fear a man
i stopped sellin’ drugs, for my bloods i’ma get it in
school, that’s my— my ceilin’ fans
we gon’, that’s my— no bap

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