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letra de send this bitch up - shoebox baby

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[intro]
huh? what? come on
(oh yeah, i’m finna make a banger with this one)
yeah, this on hard
uh-huh, uh-huh, come on
yeah, slat, it’s ‘box
(dj on the beat so it’s a banger)

[chorus]
man, i wish security would try to search us at the door
we got opps, so we tote glocks, and plus they thirsty for the lo’
bad b-tch, light skin, bald head, like doodie lo
n-gga reachin’ for my chain and got his ass put on the floor
we finna send this b-tch up
send this b-tch up
we finna send this b-tch up
send this b-tch up
we finna send this b-tch up
send this b-tch up
i can’t f-ck with weak hoes, all by b-tches teen and up
[verse 1]
call the club, i need a section
tell them, “fill it up this thots”
i been rappin’ one whole yеar, it’s time to turn it up a notch
b-tches smilin’, talkin’ to they friеnds like, “ain’t that lil’ shoebox?”
dj screamin’, “o’block”, middle fingers to the opps
it’s time to send this b-tch up
i done lost so many guys, i ain’t win enough
spent fifty k in wafi, so my trigger finger buss
it’s some hatin’ ass n-ggas in this b-tch, just don’t act tough
once it’s up, then it’s stuck

[bridge]
send this b-tch up
send this b-tch up
it’s time to send this b-tch up
man, send this b-tch up

[chorus]
man, i wish security would try to search us at the door
we got opps, so we tote glocks, and plus they thirsty for the lo’
(dj on the beat so it’s a banger)
bad b-tch, light skin, bald head, like doodie lo
n-gga reachin’ for my chain and got his ass put on the floor
we finna send this b-tch up
send this b-tch up
we finna send this b-tch up
send this b-tch up
we finna send this b-tch up
send this b-tch up
i can’t f-ck with weak hoes, all by b-tches teen and up
[verse 2]
this b-tch ass all on me
and ain’t n0body searchin’ us, we came one-hundred deep
that front and back end i need all, ain’t sh-t free
we came in this b-tch with guns, don’t think we use hands and feet
now you gone, dead, deceased
see i don’t be buyin’ no bottles
’cause them b-tches high as f-ck
and i don’t be f-ckin’ they models
’cause they p-ssy wetter than us
but, this b-tch lit
we in this b-tch like popeyes, we got drums and sticks
don’t think you sl!ck, reachin’ for [?] this glock hit him all in his sh-t
we finna

[bridge]
send this b-tch up
send this b-tch up
it’s time to send this b-tch up
send this b-tch up

[chorus]
man, i wish security would try to search us at the door
we got opps, so we tote glocks, and plus they thirsty for the lo’
(dj on the beat so it’s a banger)
bad b-tch, light skin, bald head, like doodie lo
n-gga reachin’ for my chain and got his ass put on the floor
we finna send this b-tch up
send this b-tch up
we finna send this b-tch up
send this b-tch up
we finna send this b-tch up
send this b-tch up
i can’t f-ck with weak hoes, all by b-tches teen and up

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