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shoebox baby - if i was with glorilla lyrics

[intro]
huh? what? come on
aye, kolvi, you goin’ too crazy
yeah, slatt, slatt it’s ‘box
uh+huh, uh+huh, uh+huh, come on (come on)
yeah, slatt, it’s ’box (come on)

[verse]
can’t get your man’s back (nah)
why would you self snitch up on this fed app
imagine seein’ your brodie layin’ (d+mn) dead to catch a head tap
goofy b+tch finesse, ain’t let me f+ck, give my head back (d+mn)
my lil’ hoe too rachet (uh+huh), see at my shows (nah) wit’ her head wrapped (for real)
if i was with glorilla, i’d buy that girl a wedding ring
feelin’ like b+lovee, cause that lil’ b+tch was my everything
and i ain’t nle, but with this choppa, i’ma let it sing (come on)
the biggest opp that died (d+mn), i don’ think i got a better dream (for real)
i’m a cowboy, they givin’ me some likе my mini me (for real)
should’ve cut his hand off (nah), causе we knew that he been a thief (slatt)
thousand dollar n+gga, given million dollar energy (come on)
h+ll naw that ain’ my main hoe (nah), that lil’ b+tch my lemon squeeze (nah, for real)
told the uber, “let me out” (skrrt, skrrt), and i ain’ add a stop
said he won’t gon’ pull off, no matter if he hear shots (come on)
little do he know, he just took me to go shoot at opps
said, then i’m heading home, cause today a n+gga did a lot (come on)
[verse]
baby girl (d+mn), make that thunderclap (come on)
said she like her n+gga big feet, just like a lumberjack
all that d+mn dissin’ (d+mn), and you still can’t get yo’ brother back (for real)
you better better chill out, before i get your baby momma wack’d
shoebox baby, b+tch i’m slimy (slatt), but i ain’ grimy (slatt, ‘box)
i don’t use apple pay, but b+tch, you could always chime me (nah, for real)
64th and king drive (come on), that’s where you can find me (yeah, o’block)
fans in my comments trollin’, sayin’ dude behind me (who? he gone)
b+tch, i’m big dawg, i’m only 5’6, but yeah, my b+tch tall (uh+huh)
i ain’ tryna kick it, i ain’ ever played no kickball (nah, nah)
foenem high as h+ll, back to dancin’ off the fentanyl (yeah, they crazy)
this lil’ b+tch a gangster, right here merchin’ on a fent’ ball, sh+t (the f+ck)

[outro]
uhh, uhh, uhh (this sh+t crazy)
if i was with glorilla, i’d buy that girl a wedding ring (for real)
uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh (yeah, come on)
treat her like b+lovee, cause that lil’ b+tch was my everything (yeah, yeah, yeah, come on, uh+huh)
uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh (yeah, come on)
uhh, uhh, uhh (i’d buy that girl a wedding ring)
come on
yeah, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (treat her like b+lovee, cause that lil’ b+tch was my everything)
it’s ‘box

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