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hitmaka – thot box lyrics

[chorus: ybn nahmir]
tryna get up in that thot box
she gon’ suck it with the pop rocks
10 hoes in the droptop
racks comin’ in nonstop
b-tch, take off that crop top
this ain’t the spot, it’s the chop shop
10 hoes in the droptop
tryna get up in that thot box

[verse 1: meek mill]
put that richard mille like a stop watch
twenty thousand spend that b-tch right to the chop shop
new -ss, new t-tties on that thot, thot
spend it, mami, in that p-ssy doin’ the cha cha
ooh, who you poppin? where your friends? (where your friends?)
f-ck me good, suck me good, get a benz
said she on her period, i’m like d-mn
she gon’ suck me on the jet until i land, ooh

[verse 2: 2 chainz]
alright, if you dont get in the pic, you get cropped out
turn ya -ss into a hashtag
said you f-ckin’ up the [?]
gave her the [?] like 8-mile
call her [?] like golden state
she get on the rocks she tryna percolate
what more can i say? i’m tryna motivate
she a thot, mean she really like to fornicate (tru!)

[chorus: ybn nahmir & a boogie]
tryna get up in that thot box
she gon’ suck it with the pop rocks (yeah)
10 hoes in the droptop (big body)
racks comin’ in nonstop (hah)
b-tch, take off that crop top (take off that crop top)
this ain’t the spot, it’s the chop shop (ooh)
10 hoes in the droptop
tryna get up in that thot box

[verse 3: a boogie]
they like
aye, that’s that a n-gg-
n-gg- i ain’t here to play with cha
every single n-gg- with me got a k with ’em (ooh)
my n-gg-‘s pulled up in like 8 sprinters
my n-gg-‘s pulled up with like 8 b-tches (ooh)
my thugs f-ck with me cause i ain’t with it (cause i ain’t with it)
i’m on drugs, baby, i dont wanna lay withcha
i’m on drugs, baby, i dont wanna lay withcha, yeah
i can tell she was a thot thot
she gave me the drop to the spot, spin the op block
with the 40 glock c-cked back hit his snot box
and the whole time she was waiting in the droptop for me
and i’m tryna

[refrain: ybn nahmir]
beat up that thot box
never eat up that thot box

[verse 4: tyga]
hah!
yo ex nude on the snapchat (subscribe)
my b-tch rude in that p-ssy crack
-ss in the air, pinned to the mat (ha, ha)
beat the box, now she want a rematch
told her i’m in love, but i don’t really mean that (nope)
like a [?] say, anything when i’m in that [?]
act up, blat-blat, see that, hit it, react (bow)
drinkin’ redbull and rum like beenie man
and your b-tch give me head like beanie man
n-gg-s wanna be me, still can’t be the man
big racks couldn’t fit em in the genies pants
got that magic d-ck, hit ’em with the peter pan
nam’sayin, yeah i f-ck her, get her back, give her back, here go again
aw, aw man, aw, it’s gon’ be the some sh-t if you do this bullsh-t again over here

- hitmaka lyrics

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