Lyrics:
box chevy doors
It's just me and you
Yo momma and yo cousin too
Riding down some numba o fours
Vallejo niggas slamming box chevy doors
Smoking all this
do not hot, box
When I be rapping and dropping them hits then I promise I'm leaving you jaw, dropped
Don't got a drop, top
I don't got a rock, watch
a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by
Paper up, double pumpin', BIG, where's the loot? (loot, loot)
It ain't safe, it ain't safe
Mil' in cash in the safe
French vanilla by the case
Fuck
Vanilla by the case, fuck the cuffs, where my bracelet?
Frenchy is the name, CB is the gang
Let's call the boys, call a couple planes
R-r-ring on like
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
huh, yeah
Bet I got a number one album
Bet I fall down but overcome every challenge
Bet I hit the Grammies suited up
Get a bag then juice it up by
Nottz on the beat
Somethin' sneakerheads usually leave in the box on the feet, hold up
That's right, rappers back on the chopping block
Either fact is
It started off with just a beat box, tryna get my shit hot
All I had was time so I ain't even have a wrist watch
Had the teacher thinkin' I was
box
Y'all ain't bout that shit you speak about, you just tweet a lot
Smokin' on your album, puff puff, I'm a rasta
This ain't even pressure, you ain't
stunt! Good luck then
Street battalions rocking medallions
U get beat, hit harder than Metallica albums
You stepped in the danger zone
Snipers posted
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
PARIS Fashion has a new odd couple:
Bernard Arnault and Kanye West
The luxury titan turned out Saturday
Night for an impromptu concert
By West in
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
Bro (Bro)
The NEON iCON album, are you serious?
It finally came out today
Are you serious bro? (What? What?)
Bro, crank the windows down, I'm about
up in flames, like weed
Got box albums up like ki's, from the South to overseas
N****z independent, and rowdy
N**** check billboard, number 1
I'm coming for your jugular
Make ya move with it
Who did it
Drop an album coming soon with it
Gimme two minutes I can write a movement
Get my
the mic on
I get sidetracked once I start wind up
Put you in an box no one sees like an mime does
Still got the nerve to call you mine, dumb
Blind as Ray,
Nothing's gonna be the same now
Mind is stuck in lonesome rain clouds
Making music with my greyhounds
Always gotta box of albums, so it's fuck
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
black tux, binocular
Black luxe, stop it I shouldn't be so popular
Name keep poppin' up face keep poppin' up
On the tube I'm just watchin' Pacquaio box
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
the album drop
Got no limit
Can't put me in a box
Got no heart it's a ice box
Got no time on my watch
For silly dumb ass lame hoes
I met a bad bitch she demon
on
Tuck it by the waist like thick bitches putting a skirt on
Oh, ima country ass thug ass nxgga
It is what it is fuck what it was ass nxgga
Raised
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