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POOP BOX (DISS TO THE DEVIL 6) + Video (MV)




Performed By: Epho
Language: English
Length: 2:45
Written by: Armani Ephoevi-Ga
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Epho - POOP BOX (DISS TO THE DEVIL 6) + Lyrics
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If you think the price of winning is too high, wait till you get the bill from regret
Okay, all black, poop box, zoming down the street
Bible blicky tuck, got NLTs under my seat
Daily bread, served, tell them boys bon appetit
Okay, shoes of peace on, holy designer on my feet, okay
Devil block get beat down, knock him on the street
We don't even gotta do none, jesus make him flee
I ain't rocking with no jezabel, don't care if she pretty, or petite
Demon talkin' down, I take my shoe and stomp him on the beat
Come here
That's that Bible talk
That's how my Bible talk
Bible blicky tough, cut demons up all on the devil block
Devil think he tough, we break him down like he some Lego blocks
Talkin' down, on God I read this word and knock you out your socks
Hit satan block with Tie Fighters, we gon' spin around and blow him up
Okay, all black, poop box, zoming down the street
Bible blicky tuck, got NLTs under my seat
Daily bread, served, tell them boys bon appetit
Okay, shoes of peace on, holy designer on my feet, okay
Imagine fallin' out of heaven, dang lil bro that's tough
I hear you talkin' all that hot, but you ain't nun but bluff
Yeah, you mad I love the Lord, you mad I let his glory rain
Yeah, you mad that I got saved, I rolled this Bible, it's not a K
Yeah, you mad I killed the old me, had to put that in the grave
Yeah, you mad I serve the Lord, and I don't wanna be yo slave
I know you see this how I walk, and you mad you he give me grace
You mad he come first in my life, you mad that you ain't got first place
Well, come here, beat temptation up, knock his teeth up out his body
Okay, my flesh gon' get neglected while my spirit get paparazzi
My guy gon' step on all them strong holds, you thought would hold me back
I'ma use them chains you used on me and whip you on your back
Okay, all black, poop box, zoming down the street
Bible blicky tuck, got NLTs under my seat
Daily bread, served, tell them boys bon appetit
Okay, shoes of peace on, holy designer on my feet, okay
Okay, all black, poop box, zoming down the street
Bible blicky tuck, got NLTs under my seat
Daily bread, served, tell them boys bon appetit
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English

If you think the price of winning is too high, wait till you get the bill from regret
Okay, all black, poop box, zoming down the street
Bible blicky tuck, got NLTs under my seat
Daily bread, served, tell them boys bon appetit
Okay, shoes of peace on, holy designer on my feet, okay
Devil block get beat down, knock him on the street
We don't even gotta do none, jesus make him flee
I ain't rocking with no jezabel, don't care if she pretty, or petite
Demon talkin' down, I take my shoe and stomp him on the beat
Come here
That's that Bible talk
That's how my Bible talk
Bible blicky tough, cut demons up all on the devil block
Devil think he tough, we break him down like he some Lego blocks
Talkin' down, on God I read this word and knock you out your socks
Hit satan block with Tie Fighters, we gon' spin around and blow him up
Okay, all black, poop box, zoming down the street
Bible blicky tuck, got NLTs under my seat
Daily bread, served, tell them boys bon appetit
Okay, shoes of peace on, holy designer on my feet, okay
Imagine fallin' out of heaven, dang lil bro that's tough
I hear you talkin' all that hot, but you ain't nun but bluff
Yeah, you mad I love the Lord, you mad I let his glory rain
Yeah, you mad that I got saved, I rolled this Bible, it's not a K
Yeah, you mad I killed the old me, had to put that in the grave
Yeah, you mad I serve the Lord, and I don't wanna be yo slave
I know you see this how I walk, and you mad you he give me grace
You mad he come first in my life, you mad that you ain't got first place
Well, come here, beat temptation up, knock his teeth up out his body
Okay, my flesh gon' get neglected while my spirit get paparazzi
My guy gon' step on all them strong holds, you thought would hold me back
I'ma use them chains you used on me and whip you on your back
Okay, all black, poop box, zoming down the street
Bible blicky tuck, got NLTs under my seat
Daily bread, served, tell them boys bon appetit
Okay, shoes of peace on, holy designer on my feet, okay
Okay, all black, poop box, zoming down the street
Bible blicky tuck, got NLTs under my seat
Daily bread, served, tell them boys bon appetit
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Writer: Armani Ephoevi-Ga
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