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645ar – hotbox lyrics

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[chorus: blahkaah]
ridin’ wit’ that heater, that’s that hotbox
bustin’ at his feet, we call it hopscotch
i don’t hit the b-tch unless she top-notch
f-cked the b-tch and nutted in her crop-top
came wit’ all my shooters, we like men in black
p-ssy n-ggas snitchin’, call ’em cats and rats
n-ggas chasin’ p-ssy, i’m just countin’ 10 racks
try and play me p-ssy, then i’m c-ckin’ back

[verse 1: 645ar]
20, 50, 100s, man, i iove dead men
i been gettin’ money since f-ckin’ way ‘den
so much money they think i cook crack
i steal cheese with the mac
if blahkaah miss you, [?] gon’ get that

[verse 2: 10kdunkin]
10 on my face, this 9 don’t got no kickback
talkin’ ’bout countin’ that guap, s.o.s. been there, did that
i’m in the booth right now, versace rag on the mic
skinny jeans hold the stick, b-tch, i ain’t really trying to fight

[chorus: blahkaah]
ridin’ wit’ that heater, that’s that hotbox
bustin’ at his feet, we call it hopscotch
i don’t hit the b-tch unless she top-notch
f-cked the b-tch and nutted in her crop-top
came wit’ all my shooters, we like men in black
p-ssy n-ggas snitchin’, call ’em cats and rats
n-ggas chasin’ p-ssy, i’m just countin’ 10 racks
try and play me p-ssy, then i’m c-ckin’ back

- 645ar lyrics

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