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letra de the thot (the box parody) - yung child support

[chorus]
pulled up the coupe to yo’ block
got 10 room for the slot
heard him made the sh-t out the box
i heard you let him l!ck in the box
and you let him put his d-ck in the box
you don’t know how i feel, baby, can’t believe you played me
you played, rather i’m gonna k!ll him, i’ma beat him like a baby
bought you chocolates and a robe, ’cause you love that
caught you thottin’ like a ho, where the love at?
why’d you let him fill your holes with his meat bag?
“these hoes really ain’t loyal”, chris brown said that

[verse 1]
i’ma yell that, can you smell that?
sounds like somebody eatin’ booty with the [?]
cause i know the n-ggas asking “where the ass at?”
i gotta choose harder, gotta choose smarter
n-gga tried to pipe my baby, mama, i’ll lay his ass down in my house, no problem
pull out the draco and a revolver, just like how red dead redemption, they arthur
i done, shove my whole arms [?] vince carter
i know it sounds dirty, but we did it in the shower
spent my money on the double d’s, i bought ’em
she used to be too ugly, now for me, now she a model
i, paid, her lease, rent, just, so i, can beat, it
keep her hand, now done she legit, so, i’m, the one, who skeezin’ it
[hook]

[verse 2]
ha-ha-ha, i shall p–p in yo’ mouth
she in the back, beat her ass with a pouch
go to her crib, just to steal out her house
the rig just grind, ’bouta boost it to the couch
the homie she ride in, she never gon’ ride again
i push that, n-gga took traffic
technically, i didn’t even put my hands on him
i just turn, and face it to, ’bout slam this strip
i don’t condone violence, just a fan of it
guess i gotta use my hand, ’cause the b-tches ain’t sh-t
i have been too nice, probably watch her do this sh-t
showed my food one time, then she treat me like a trick
i thought you were the one, d-mnit, [?] don’t felt me
’cause you just a ho, but them titties look healthy

[chorus]
pulled up the coupe to yo’ block
got 10 room for the slot
heard him made the sh-t out the box
i heard you let him l!ck in the box
and you let him put his d-ck in the box
you don’t know how i’m feeling, baby, can’t believe you played me
you played, rather i’m gonna k!ll him, i’ma beat him like a baby
bought you chocolates and a robe, ’cause you love that
caught you thottin’ like a ho, where the love at?
why’d you let him fill your holes with his meat bag?
“these hoes ain’t loyal”, chris brown said that

- yung child support

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