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shoebox baby - send this bitch up lyrics

[intro]
huh? what? come on
(oh yeah, i’m finna make a banger with this one)
yeah, this on hard
uh+huh, uh+huh, come on
yeah, slat, it’s ‘box
(dj on the beat so it’s a banger)

[chorus]
man, i wish security would try to search us at the door
we got opps, so we tote glocks, and plus they thirsty for the lo’
bad b+tch, light skin, bald head, like doodie lo
n+gga reachin’ for my chain and got his ass put on the floor
we finna send this b+tch up
send this b+tch up
we finna send this b+tch up
send this b+tch up
we finna send this b+tch up
send this b+tch up
i can’t f+ck with weak hoes, all by b+tches teen and up
[verse 1]
call the club, i need a section
tell them, “fill it up this thots”
i been rappin’ one whole yеar, it’s time to turn it up a notch
b+tches smilin’, talkin’ to they friеnds like, “ain’t that lil’ shoebox?”
dj screamin’, “o’block”, middle fingers to the opps
it’s time to send this b+tch up
i done lost so many guys, i ain’t win enough
spent fifty k in wafi, so my trigger finger buss
it’s some hatin’ ass n+ggas in this b+tch, just don’t act tough
once it’s up, then it’s stuck

[bridge]
send this b+tch up
send this b+tch up
it’s time to send this b+tch up
man, send this b+tch up

[chorus]
man, i wish security would try to search us at the door
we got opps, so we tote glocks, and plus they thirsty for the lo’
(dj on the beat so it’s a banger)
bad b+tch, light skin, bald head, like doodie lo
n+gga reachin’ for my chain and got his ass put on the floor
we finna send this b+tch up
send this b+tch up
we finna send this b+tch up
send this b+tch up
we finna send this b+tch up
send this b+tch up
i can’t f+ck with weak hoes, all by b+tches teen and up
[verse 2]
this b+tch ass all on me
and ain’t n0body searchin’ us, we came one+hundred deep
that front and back end i need all, ain’t sh+t free
we came in this b+tch with guns, don’t think we use hands and feet
now you gone, dead, deceased
see i don’t be buyin’ no bottles
’cause them b+tches high as f+ck
and i don’t be f+ckin’ they models
’cause they p+ssy wetter than us
but, this b+tch lit
we in this b+tch like popeyes, we got drums and sticks
don’t think you sl!ck, reachin’ for [?] this glock hit him all in his sh+t
we finna

[bridge]
send this b+tch up
send this b+tch up
it’s time to send this b+tch up
send this b+tch up

- shoebox baby lyrics

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