Roddy Rich Lyrics
‘The Box’ by Roddy Rich, produced by 30 Roc, is one of the songs on the ‘Please Excuse Me For Being Antisocial’ Album by Roddy Rich, read the Lyrics to ‘The Box’ song below.
Roddy Rich
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The Box Lyrics by Roddy Rich
Pulling out the coupe at the lot
Told ’em fuck 12, fuck SWAT
Busting all the bales out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in a box, mmh
Pour up the whole damn seal, I’ma get lazy
I got the mojo deals, we been trapping like the ’80s
She sucked a nigga soul, got the Cash App
Told ’em wipe a nigga 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 (Skrrt)
‘Cause I know these niggas after where the bag at (Yeah)
Gotta move smarter, gotta move harder
Nigga try to get me for my water
I’ll lay his ass down, on my son, on my daughter
I had the Draco with me, Dwayne Carter
Lotta niggas out here playing ain’t balling
I done put my whole arm in the rim, Vince Carter (Yeah)
And I know probably get a key for the quarter
Shawty barely seen in double C’s, I bought ’em
Got a bitch that’s looking like Aaliyah, she a model
I got the pink slip, all my whips is key-less
Compton, I’m about to get the key to the city
Patek like the sea, forget it
Pulling out the coupe at the lot
Told ’em fuck 12, fuck SWAT
Busting all the bales out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in a box, mmh
Pour up the whole damn seal, I’ma get lazy
I got the mojo deals, we been trapping like the ’80s
She sucked a nigga soul, got the Cash App
Told ’em wipe a nigga 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, hah
Hahaha, I been moving ’em out
If Steelo with me, then he got the blues in the pouch (Yeah)
Took her to the forest, put the wood in her mouth
Bitch don’t wear no shoes in my house
The private I’m flying in, I never wanna fly again
I’ll take my chances in traffic (Yeah)
She sucking on dick, no hands with it
I just made the Rollie plain like a landing strip
I’m a 2020 president candidate
I done put a hundred bands on Zimmerman, shit
I been moving real gangster, so that’s why she picked a Crip
Shawty call me Crisco ’cause I pop my shit
Got it out the mud, there’s nothing you can tell me, yeah
When I had the drugs, I was street wealthy, yeah
Pulling out the coupe at the lot
Told ’em fuck 12, fuck SWAT
Busting all the bales out the box
I just hit a lick with the box
Had to put the stick in a box, mmh
Pour up the whole damn seal, I’ma get lazy
I got the mojo deals, we been trapping like the ’80s
She sucked a nigga soul, got the Cash App
Told ’em wipe a nigga 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.
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