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eddie valero - beige box lyrics

[intro]
yeah
yeah
[(tight broke your wrist) ?]
well, how you cook like this

[verse]
let me start this sh+t off, ain’t no pressure on no b+tch, n+gga (on no b+tch, n+gga)
she f+ckin’, then she f+ckin’, run your cake up, go get rich, n+gga
draco like a stud, in other words, b+tch, it don’t miss n+ggas (grrt)
god, family, and murder, overstood that it ain’t sh+t bigger (yeah)
f+ck i look like changin’? b+tch, i’m like this ’til my days stop (yeah)
pop it every picture, show this dog sh+t ’cause they page watch
finger f+ck the white ho, put a black b+tton on the beige glock
lifestyle off the block, b+tch, this sh+t sponsored by a beige box (what’s up?)
cho cho in my pockets, extra stuffеd, look like a hundred ones
frappé on thе wrist, look like some shoe strings and some honey buns
suck it ho, keep going, b+tch, make me bust, i’m tryna cummy+cum (mwah)
fine lil’ sh+t ain’t nothin’, but know that ass fat and her tummy done
baggies just to play, hop out the rolls truck at the caesar palace (skrrt)
healthy sh+t for lunch, i’m in the penthouse eating a caesar salad (yeah)
selfish? not at all, put n+ggas on, ayy, g, who need an adlib? (come on)
memphis, that’s for sure, i got the p’s, b+tch, all my weed from cali
right back to the spot, unload the joints up out the cargo (cargo)
paper sh+t come first, you know the plan, stick to the motto (motto)
got sick to my stomach, my lil’ dog done caught the parvo’ (uh)
valet park the car, we get sh+t handled like a car door (grrt)
took the risk i took with no regrets, i hate that broke feeling (i hate that broke feeling)
cracks in the rooftop, a smoker home, sh+t look like soap peelin’
he been dead a minute, make me wonder how his folks feelin’ (yeah)
members with me daily, they catch bodies and be dope dealin’ (grrt)
bargain ’bout the price, don’t p+ss me off, sh+t get you taxed, baby (get you taxed, baby)
rapper weed for sure, just put the stamp on top the packs, baby (on top the packs, baby)
n+gga ain’t on sh+t, just woof a lot, yeah, he just act crazy
look him in his eyes, bet you see p+ssy like the wax lady, it’s ‘lero

- eddie valero lyrics

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