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The Box Karaoke

Roddy Ricch

LyricsThe Box

Pullin' out the coupe at the lot

Told 'em **** 12 *** SWAT

Bustin' all the bales out the box

I just hit a lick with the box

Had to put the stick in a box

Mm

Pour up the whole **** seal

I'm-a get lazy

I got the mojo-deals

We been trappin' like the 80's

She sucked a ***** soul

Got the Cash app

Told 'em wipe a ***** 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

I was out back

where the stash at

Cruise the city

in a bulletproof Cadillac

'Cause I know these ******

after where the bag at

Gotta move smarter

Gotta move harder

****** try-na get me for my water

I lay his *** down on my son

or my daughter

I had the Draco with me

Dwayne Carter

Lotta ****** out here playin'

Ain't ballin'

I done put my whole arm

in the rim Vince Carter

And I know probably get a key

for the quarter

Shawty barely seen in double

C's I bought her

Got a ***** that's lookin' like

Aaliyah she a model

I got the pink slip

All my whips is keyless

Compton I'm about to get the

key to the city

Patek like the sea

Forget it

Pullin' out the coupe at the lot

Told 'em **** 12 *** SWAT

Bustin' all the bales out the box

I just hit a lick with the box

Had to put the stick in a box

Mm

Pour up the whole **** seal

I'm-a get lazy

I got the mojo-deals

We been trappin' like the 80's

She sucked a ***** soul

Got the Cash app

Told 'em wipe a ***** 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 hm

Ha ha ha

I been movin' 'em out

If Steelo with me then he

got the blues in the pouch

Took her to the forest

Put the wood in her mouth

***** 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 ****

No hands with it

I just made the Rollie plain

like a landing-strip

I'm a 2020 president candidate

I done put a hunnid bands on

Zimmerman ****

I been movin' real gangsta

So that's why she pick a Crip

Shawty call me Crisco

'Cause I pop my ****

Got it out the mud

There's nothin' you can tell me

Yeah

When I had the drugs

I was street-wealthy

Pullin' out the coupe at the lot

Told 'em **** 12 *** SWAT

Bustin' all the bales out the box

I just hit a lick with the box

Had to put the stick in a box

Mm

Pour up the whole **** seal

I'm-a get lazy

I got the mojo-deals

We been trappin' like the 80's

She sucked a ***** soul

Got the Cash app

Told 'em wipe a ***** 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

Composer
Eric Orlando Jr Sloan, Adarius Moragne, Khirye Tyler Music, Aqeel Qadir Tate, Rodrick D Moore, Samuel Gloade, Dopson, Larrance Levar
Lyrics
ZenTachi, Roddy Ricch, Rance, Khirye Tyler Music, Dat Boi Squeeze, Adarius Moragne, 30 Roc
Publisher
Blue Nike Publishing, Ricch Millionaires Only Publishing, Kobalt Music Pub America Inc, Music Future Publishing Group, Empire Strikes First, Khirye Tyler Music, Eardrummers Entertainment Llc, Warner/Tamerlane Publishing Corp, Blue Nike Pub, Songs Of Volume Ventures, Peermusic III Ltd
Copyright owner
Aqeel Qadir Tate, Adarius Moragne, Rodrick Wayne Jr Moore, Samuel Gloade, Eric Orlando Jr Sloan, Dopson, Larrance Levar