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hitmaka - thot box (remix) lyrics

[intro]
hitmaka
n-n-nonstop

[chorus]
yeah
i ain’t f-ckin’ with no thot box
like a [?] in the droptop (skrr)
like she here but she not hot
racks comin’ in non stop
yeah, big rocks on that crop top (rocks on that crop top)
i took this bih to the top shop, ooh
he ain’t f-ckin’ with no thot box
i’m gettin’ top in the droptop, hmm

[verse 1: young m.a]
ha, she got cl-ss, henny in a wine gl-ss
closet full of shoes and designer bags
she got a name but everybody call her fine -ss (woah)
with that fine -ss (ooh)
ain’t even gotta see a [?]
born in a foreign, she a mix breed
hips on parentheses
if she drives stick it’s six feet (skrr)
yellow in the inside, swishes (ooh)
vroom vroom in the pum pum or pooh, pooh
she got that wet wet
we can have the best s-x
i’ma k!ll the kitty that death bet (that’s a death, ooh)
so you can say we f-ckin’ on her death bed

[verse 2: dreezy]
whack b-tch call and say she want her boo back
send that n-gga home p-ssy juice on his durag
i ain’t gotta suck d-ck for no verses
i put money on your head then put money in my purse, b-tch
n-gga slid in my dm with the check
only want the blue racks, n-gga you can keep that
make a n-gga go down, ’til i’m [?]
had a singin’ to my p-ssy like keith sweat
this ain’t no motherf-ckin’ thot box (thot box)
p-ssy had a n-gga sweatin’ like hot box (hot box)
he be searchin’ for that p-ssy like wi-fi
rich n-gga, eight figure, that’s my type

[verse 3: chinese kitty]
he thought he was catfished, i looked better for ig (my pretty -ss)
let him slurp out the box like a icey
i want my bloods in they [?] like a [?]
full course meal your main n-gga my side piece (facts)
play with me, you’ll have more than just pot smoke
n-gga thinkin’ he a player he a thot though (ha)
shawty [?] plane out to cabo (what?)
i’m just sayin’ you gotta watch hoes
i got [?] my piece don’t need no editin’
that work still sellin’, my p-ssy ain’t no comparision (uh, uh)
he hit once, n-gga thought i sold crack
when he hit it doggystyle grab his b-lls from the back, yeah
three g’s and a blunt for the hot spot
if it ain’t here, i leave it read, that’s a c-ck block (bye)
yeah, now this thot wanna show for it
i even get to pour up, she suckin’ out the top (d-mn)

[verse 4:]
[?]
i said it ’cause i mean it
check the p-ssy like the paper, no man ain’t comin’ between it
call my box medusa you get hard when you see it
i might put it on the app, you gotta download and stream it
he wanna beat it, wanna skeet it, spend a rack
i told him throw them hundreds if you want me to throw it back
he say he don’t be on head but we all know he cap (you cap)
now back to the trap, i’m rollin’ in my droptop (skrr)
and my t-tties sittin’ pretty in my crop top
n-gga say he tryna get up in that thot box
but you be f-ckin’ anything that walk, you got thot [?]
n-gga

[chorus:]
yeah
i ain’t f-ckin’ with no thot box (what?)
like a [?] in the droptop (skrr)
like she here but she not hot
racks comin’ in non stop
yeah, big rocks on that crop top (rocks on that crop top)
i took this bih to the top shop, ooh
he ain’t f-ckin’ with no thot box (thot box)
i’m gettin’ top in the droptop, hmm

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