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The Box Lyrics

Pullin` out the coupe at the lot
Told `em fuck 12, fuck SWAT
Bustin` all the bales out the boxI just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in a box, mm

Pour up the whole damn seal, I`ma get lazy
I got the mojo-deals, we been trappin` like the `80`s
She sucked a nigga soul, gotta Cash App
Told `em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt
I won`t never sell my soul, and I can back that
And I really wanna know, where you at, at?

I was out back, where the stash at?
Cruise the city in a bulletproof Cadillac (Skrrt)
`Cause I know these niggas after where the bag at (Yeah)
Gotta move smarter, gotta move harder
Niggas try to get me for my water
I`ll lay his ass down on my son, or my daughter
I had the Draco with me, Dwayne Carter
`Lotta niggas out here playin`, ain`t ballin`

I done out my whole arm in the rim, Vince Carter (Yeah)
And know I probably get a key for the quarter
Shawty barely seen in double C`s, I bought `em
Got a bitch that`s looking like Aaliyah, she a model

I got the pink slip, all my whips is key-less
Compton, I`m `bout to get the key to the city
Patek like the sea, forget me

Pullin` out the coupe out the lot
Told `em fuck 12, fuck SWAT
Bustin` all the bales out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in a box, mm

Pour up the whole damn seal, I`ma get lazy
I got the mojo deals, we been trappin` like the `80`s
She sucked that nigga soul, gotta Cash app
Told `em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt
I won`t never sell my soul, and I can back that
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And I really wanna know, where you at, at?

Ha-ha-ha, I been movin` `em out
If Steelo with me, then he got the blues in the pouch (Yeah)
Took her to the forrest, put wood in her mouth
Bitch don`t wear no shoes in my house

The private I`m flyin` in, I never wanna fly again
I`ll take my chances in traffic (Yeah)
She suckin` on dick no hands with it
I just made the Rollie plain like a landing-strip

I`m a 2020 president candidate
I done put a hunnid bands on Zimmerman, shit
I been movin` real gangsta`, so that`s why she pick a Crip
Shawty call me Crisco, `cause I pop my shit
Got it out the mud, there`s nothin` you can tell me, yeah
When I had the drugs, I was street-wealthy, yeah

Pullin` out the coupe at the lot
Told `em fuck 12, fuck SWAT
Bustin` all the bales out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in a box, mm

Pour up the whole damn seal, I`ma get lazy
I got the mojo deals, we been trappin` like the `80`s
She sucked a nigga soul, gotta Cash App
Told `em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt
I won`t never sell my soul, and I can back that
And I really wanna know, where you at, at?

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