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Box God - Fatt macc Lyrics

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[intro]
(mike gotti, this sh*t stupid)

[chorus]
i’m that n*gga in my city, flew to cali, made it happen (on god)
box god, have them b*tches at your door, just send the addy
everybody got a plug, everybody say they trappin’ (everybody say they trappin’)
you ain’t gettin’ ’em for the cheap, everybody know you actin’ (on god)
i just ran through a hundred, need two hundred of them b*tches (i’m jumpin’)
country boy gettin’ twenty, i got plays in mississippi (i got plays in mississippi)
everybody want some bubba, you should’ve shopped with boston richey (should’ve shopped with boston)
i got loads for the low, they get lower, you get plenty

[verse]
i know how to make them birds fly
twenty*five a brick, exotic bags got my line hot, i feel like pretty ricky
ain’t no b*tch that i ain’t hit (nah), you gon’ pay that ho to f*ck (haha)
‘fore i pay a b*tch for p*ssy, buy a business, boss her up
what you want? i know that poor*ass n*gga can’t afford nothin’ (haha)
i like all the j’s i see, i think i’m michael jordan son (them j’s)
yeah, four lines of that ‘tuss, i’m high as f*ck, this g6 got me up
sold the opp some fent’, he dumb as f*ck, that roxy f*cked him up (n*gga dumb as h*ll)
f*ck this rappin’ sh*t, a p*ssy play, then, b*tch, i’m pullin’ up
body boy, them couple whoopty*whoops got that boy lit as f*ck
i know they broke, ain’t no n*ggas in the city lit as us
southside over everything, go get your chickens up
[chorus]
i’m that n*gga in my city, flew to cali, made it happen (on god)
box god, have them b*tches at your door, just send the addy
everybody got a plug, everybody say they trappin’ (everybody say they trappin’)
you ain’t gettin’ ’em for the cheap, everybody know you actin’ (on god)
i just ran through a hundred, need two hundred of them b*tches (i’m jumpin’)
country boy gettin’ twenty, i got plays in mississippi (i got plays in mississippi)
everybody want some bubba, you should’ve shopped with boston richey (should’ve shopped with boston)
i got loads for the low, they get lower, you get plenty

[outro]
i know how to make them birds fly

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