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roddy ricch - the box lyrics

[chorus]
pullin’ out the coupe out the ‘lot
told ’em “f-ck 12, f-ck swat”
bustin’ out the bells out the box
i just hit a l!ck with the box
had to put the stick in a box, mm
pour up the whole d-mn seal, i’ma get lazy
i got the mojo-deals, we been trappin’ like the ’80’s
she sell that n-gga soul, gotta cashout
told ’em wipe a n-gga 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?

[verse 1]
i was setback, where the stash at
cruise the city in a bulletproof cadillac (skrrt)
’cause i know these n-ggas after where the bag at
gotta move smarter, gotta move harder
n-ggas tryna get me for my water
i live that down on my son or my daughter
i had the draco with me, dwayne carter
‘lotta n-ggas out here playin’, i ball ’em
i done out my whole arm in the rim, vince carter
and know i probably get a key for the quarter
shawty been in the scene, double c’s, i bought ’em
got a b-tch that’s looking like aaliyah, she a model
i got the pink slip, all my whips is key-less
[?] and i’m ’bout to get the key to the city
patek like the sea

[chorus]
pullin’ out the coupe out the ‘lot
told ’em “f-ck 12, f-ck swat”
bustin’ out the bells out the box
i just hit a l!ck with the box
had to put the stick in a box, mm
pour up the whole d-mn [?], i’ma get lazy
i got the mojo-deals, we been trappin’ like the ’80’s
she sell that n-gga soul, gotta cashout
told ’em wipe a n-gga 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?

[verse 2]
ha-ha-ha, i been movin’ the mout’
it’s dealin’ with me, then he got the blues in the pouch
took her to the forrest, put wood in her mouth
b-tch don’t wear no shoes in my house
the private, i’m flyin’ in, i never wanna fly again
i take my chances in traffic
she suckin’ on d-ck no hands with it
i just made the rollie plane like a landing-strip
i’m a 2020 president candidate
i done put a hunnid bands on zimmerman sh-t
i been movin’ real gangsta’, so that’s why she pick a cryp
shawty call me klitschko, ’cause i pop my sh-t
got it out the mud, there’s nothin’ you can tell me, yeah
when i had the drugs, i was street-wealthy

[chorus]
pullin’ out the coupe out the ‘lot
told ’em “f-ck 12, f-ck swat”
bustin’ out the bells out the box
i just hit a l!ck with the box
had to put the stick in a box, mm
pour up the whole d-mn [?], i’ma get lazy
i got the mojo-deals, we been trappin’ like the ’80’s
she sell that n-gga soul, gotta cashout
told ’em wipe a n-gga 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?

- roddy ricch lyrics

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