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letra de box office [remix] - steezy o

[verse 1]

i ain’t gon lie i be cappin a lot
but it’s hard to resist when you stackin a lot
i got three on the road and a jag in the lot
i can’t trust n0body so i back in the spot
i get the p-ssy come back for the top
i took a break but i’m back on the top
he try to ricky his back gettin shot
sh-t don’t lit til i step in the spot
sh-t don’t get lit til i step in the function
jimmy choo all on her toes like a fungus
been smokin weed since my ass was a munchkin
businessman i’m talking packs at the luncheon
married the money my bae green like packers
b-tch i’m banksy yall taggers
b-tch i’m hd yall actors
b-tch i’m 8 deep no tappin
b-tch i’m… b-tch i’m the best in the room
i got a tec wit the zoom
i’m well connected so i would suggest you don’t movе
i get it special from dude
i just mеt shawty and she want some ‘secc on her b00bs
she think she steppin lou-
i got that sh-t from c-n-l don’t be spending the loot
[chorus]

b-tch i stay high
and my eyes always low
i’m wit a cutie she bi
and she steady pickin her fro
box office
this sh-t is a show
box office
i can’t even pick a flow

[verse 2]

leave him confused asking “what” like he storck
nelli gon freshen him up wit a fade
breezy could spin you you call him a dork
i’m steady liftin these glasses like gabe
i gotta get it can’t stop til i’m made
i gotta drop or i’ll never get saved
i gotta stop or you’ll never get played
i gotta cop or he never get payed
they tell me “it suck without you”
your girl suck my d-ck and she don’t give a f-ck about you
find out ya room and we air that sh-t out
i gotta whole lotta guns: one on the hip, one inna couch
say sum sh-t and it could end in ya mouth
i got a whole lotta accounts
spent summers in london, spent summers in laos
[interlude]

[verse 3]

aight i done lit back up
i could stay low, but i’m always gon get back up
he start to doze tell him sit back up
he tryin to jack tell him jit back up
i k!lled this remix i think that i’m wopo
not tryna beef but i’m better than guapo
we grind the beef wit the sh-lls like a taco
i find the street out we spin in the tahoe
i get a beat write a verse and i spit wit it
he got a heater i sn-tch it and hit wit it
he got mew sneaks make his ass do a flip wit it
he on the street while i’m wit his girl hittin it
he tryna buzz up but she can’t even hear it
i picked her up in my g engineering
she give me dome and it f-ck up my steering
i had to stop seen the cops in the mirror

[chorus]

b-tch i stay high
and my eyes always low
i’m wit a cutie she bi
and she steady pickin her fro
box office
this sh-t is a show
box office
i can’t even pick a flow

- steezy o

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