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letra de boxed in - surf

[intro]
yeah yeah
yeah

[verse 1]
i done died inside a million times, but i keep comin’ back
i just left the mall, i’m super clean like it’s a laundromat (yeah)
he said he ran off a million times, but we don’t honor that (nah)
hop inside the whip and smash the gas, it ain’t no turnin’ back (ha)
she want ysl or dior now, i guess i’ll blow a bag (yeah)
she gon’ do whatever that i say, ’cause she don’t know her dad (d-mn)
she don’t gotta ask for confirmation, ’cause she know she bad (yeah)
he think that he poppin’ where he at, but he don’t know he lack, huh (he don’t know hе lack)
blue hunneds and fifties, i need somе of those (i need some of those)
if she walk inside my crib, she don’t got no more clothes (she got no more clothes)
yeah, i need me a wife, i’m sick of all the hoes (sick of all the hoes)
pull up, we drop down and shoot it up until it’s no more smoke
i can’t even stress about no quota, i meet all my goals (yeah)
i just dropped a line inside my drink, it’s finna take my soul (yeah)
she don’t even argue with the kid, whatever i say it go (yeah)
all my shooters down to slide for me whenever i tell ’em go (slide)
she think i’m delusional, i told her, “baby maybe so” (yeah)
i already been through h-ll, i know i’m crazy, man i’m trained to go (ha)
told her put my glock inside her pants and rip her pantyhose (ha)
might just cop the switch and put it on, it get mechanical (yeah)
[chorus]
yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
i’m just vibin’
cops can’t even see inside the whip, because of my tint (yeah)
b-tch don’t ever tell me that your special, i got options (yeah)
might just get to boxin’ if a n-gga think i’m boxed in
yeah, yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
yeah, yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
yeah, yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
b-tch i’m vibin’ (i’m vibin’)
b-tch don’t ever tell me that your special, i got options (i got options)
might just get to boxin’ if a n-gga think i’m boxed in (okay)

[verse 2]
i just popped a addy, i could feel my jaw lockin’ (okay)
i can’t never stop it, i been workin’, i been locked in (okay)
she pull up with questions, askin’ me sh-t like a pop quiz (okay)
b-tch this ain’t no firework, this glock is not no pop it (okay)
yeah, yeah yeah (this not no)
yeah, yeah yeah (this not no)
yeah, yeah yeah (this not no pop it)
yeah, yeah yeah
yeah, yeah yeah
yeah, yeah yeah (this not no pop it)

- surf

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