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shoebox baby - belt 2 ass lyrics

[intro]
yeah, slatt, slatt, it’s ‘box
uh+huh, uh+huh, uh+huh, come on (ayy, this sh+t ain’t a diss or nothin’ [?])
yeah, slatt, it’s ‘box (dj on the beat, so, it’s a banger)

[verse]
we put belt to ass, ask all the opps, b+tch, we put belt to ass
rumor on the streets heard buddy in the county f+ckin’ f+gs
i know y’all glad dude beat his case but we still on his ass
i’m married to the money but i ain’t got no cousin named cash
put a switch on the back of the glock, when i’m off the wok’ i’m still gon’ shoot it fast
and i still be f+ckin’ on thots but when i’m on top i need my b+tches bad
widebody h+llcat, my gun a kel+tec
new opp pack, you smell that? but don’t inhale that
glock in the air, they like, “shoebox, you be slippin’,” i’m in the trenches, b+tch, i don’t care
if we was losin’ we’ll be spankin’ mamas and all ’cause life ain’t fair
if i get locked up for some sh+t i ain’t did just give me the chair
bullets be flyin’, rip through his bones like he kevin ware
b+tch, we got money for new opps
they say this rap beef so big it’s bigger than biggie and tupac
don’t care ’bout….

- shoebox baby lyrics

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