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T-Stackz - The Box Lyrics



T-Stackz - The Box Lyrics




Take a nigga like me, brang the hoe out her
I got ice around my neck, wet like moana
She got drip but i just put alot more on her
I been feeling like Muhammad not Osama
I'm the greatest
I be humble but I'm faded
My people need reparations, my momma she been slaving
F*ck a 9-5 but ima work until i make it
Shawty ass so fat i done f*ck around and ate it
I feel like a plumber
I got some new drip and I'ma sit at the table and bet a blue chip
F*cking off wit a bih, i took a few trips
I just put a old soul in a new clip
What you know bout keeping it real wit yo nigga stay solid
What you know bout having nothing then one day you got it
Ain't nobody tryna take a bullet for nobody
Everybody got heart til you gotta show you got it
Niggas wanna beef til its smoke
Now you vegan
Type that shit on twitter but don't see me when you see me
Moonwalk
Michael Jackson ima beat it
Act like ion see it, but you know a nigga peep it
Gotta her choking on her words
Pulled up i made her eat it
Found out i got a son
Didn't know him as a fetus
Mad at a bitch
Knowing damn well i cheated
Finna practice polygamy tell them bitches come and see me ha ha
You in line for the party
Im Chilling backstage
Rocking 1's in the party
Mafia Money
Im not a rapper, I'm a artist
I made college the trap
I used to trap out the apartment
My dawg fell off
I picked him up he started barking
Shawty in the bed already tryna arch it
Messing wit a cougar
Take yo shoes off on the carpet
Told ima drive her crazy
Now she telling me to park it
Show alotta love
But a nigga still heartless
I don't do drugs
I just smoke Bob Marley
Niggas offset
Bitch bad like cardi
She thicker than a bitch
And in that fit i call her ari
She took a picture wit a bitch
Im drinking liquor wit a bitch
Same bitch in the picture already done hit
12345666
Wtf that nigga said
666
Bitch im hot like the devil
God ima do better
My faith and my focus
They both go together
I gotta do something
Can't do this forever
I lit than a bitch
I just hit a new level
Cut that bitch off you can do alot better
He head over heels bout the bitch never met her
3 Little bruddas they all stick together
Ain't no pressure but I'm smoking pressure
Make her tap out
I feel like a wrestler
Get that sack run it back Devin Hester
She can't run from this shit imma bless her
Wipe his nose in this bih im bless him
You can keep that lil bih i done blessed her
She got down on her knees and i blessed her
Wreck it Ralph
I got in it and wrecked her
My new bih saw my ex & she checked her
Talk my shit like a preacher
Im preaching fr
S/O Yé
She gone hustle til she get a mil
Dacia been real every since freshman year
This shit crazy man i got a lil boy fr
All i ask from a bitch is to just keep it real
Ima go crazy in this bitch
Bopping like da Baby in this bitch
Im too faded in this bitch
Took alotta preparation for this shit
You can ask T Willy
Mafia Money man we bout to gone and make a milly
I got hoes that be still all in they feelings
She told me beat it up well f*ck imma gone kill it
Ima beat up the box

Hold Up, Hold Up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up

Hahaha
Can't give 'em too much

YEAH
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Take a nigga like me, brang the hoe out her
I got ice around my neck, wet like moana
She got drip but i just put alot more on her
I been feeling like Muhammad not Osama
I'm the greatest
I be humble but I'm faded
My people need reparations, my momma she been slaving
F*ck a 9-5 but ima work until i make it
Shawty ass so fat i done f*ck around and ate it
I feel like a plumber
I got some new drip and I'ma sit at the table and bet a blue chip
F*cking off wit a bih, i took a few trips
I just put a old soul in a new clip
What you know bout keeping it real wit yo nigga stay solid
What you know bout having nothing then one day you got it
Ain't nobody tryna take a bullet for nobody
Everybody got heart til you gotta show you got it
Niggas wanna beef til its smoke
Now you vegan
Type that shit on twitter but don't see me when you see me
Moonwalk
Michael Jackson ima beat it
Act like ion see it, but you know a nigga peep it
Gotta her choking on her words
Pulled up i made her eat it
Found out i got a son
Didn't know him as a fetus
Mad at a bitch
Knowing damn well i cheated
Finna practice polygamy tell them bitches come and see me ha ha
You in line for the party
Im Chilling backstage
Rocking 1's in the party
Mafia Money
Im not a rapper, I'm a artist
I made college the trap
I used to trap out the apartment
My dawg fell off
I picked him up he started barking
Shawty in the bed already tryna arch it
Messing wit a cougar
Take yo shoes off on the carpet
Told ima drive her crazy
Now she telling me to park it
Show alotta love
But a nigga still heartless
I don't do drugs
I just smoke Bob Marley
Niggas offset
Bitch bad like cardi
She thicker than a bitch
And in that fit i call her ari
She took a picture wit a bitch
Im drinking liquor wit a bitch
Same bitch in the picture already done hit
12345666
Wtf that nigga said
666
Bitch im hot like the devil
God ima do better
My faith and my focus
They both go together
I gotta do something
Can't do this forever
I lit than a bitch
I just hit a new level
Cut that bitch off you can do alot better
He head over heels bout the bitch never met her
3 Little bruddas they all stick together
Ain't no pressure but I'm smoking pressure
Make her tap out
I feel like a wrestler
Get that sack run it back Devin Hester
She can't run from this shit imma bless her
Wipe his nose in this bih im bless him
You can keep that lil bih i done blessed her
She got down on her knees and i blessed her
Wreck it Ralph
I got in it and wrecked her
My new bih saw my ex & she checked her
Talk my shit like a preacher
Im preaching fr
S/O Yé
She gone hustle til she get a mil
Dacia been real every since freshman year
This shit crazy man i got a lil boy fr
All i ask from a bitch is to just keep it real
Ima go crazy in this bitch
Bopping like da Baby in this bitch
Im too faded in this bitch
Took alotta preparation for this shit
You can ask T Willy
Mafia Money man we bout to gone and make a milly
I got hoes that be still all in they feelings
She told me beat it up well f*ck imma gone kill it
Ima beat up the box

Hold Up, Hold Up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up

Hahaha
Can't give 'em too much

YEAH
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Writer: Quanicholas Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Length: 2:46
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