Beatbox (Remix)

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Please don't get it started
Got some shootas that make you
Beatbox
He overdosed on pills so now the doctors made em
Detox
I know that she a hoe so we can't kiss
No we can't liplock
Trappers in the kitchen
Whippin' pots until they wrist lock

Crew like SpotemGottem
Cause we spot em then we get em
She think I'm nice at bowling
Got her legs and then I split em
15 for the gram, the plug in Cali had to ship em
He be posted on the block with the rock, he like a Center
Hope you don't judge me
She seen me from across the club and now she want me
I hit her then I'm out cause I can't do no cuddlin'
Had to thank the Lord I turnt nothin' to somethin'
No cap and no frontin'
Heard this a challenge so I had to slide
It ain't no question my brothas gon ride
I'm always protected, my shootas got 9s
She all on my body, she know that I'm fine
She want some money, won't give her a dime
Gotta watch on my wrist, I won't give her the time
He leanin' off Lean
He just poured up a line
(He leanin' off Lean, he just poured up a line)
They hate it that I'm pimpin'
And I'm fly just like a flight attendant
She made I ain't text her back
I told her I got different women
They said that they loved me
When them dog hoes they ain't never meant it
That's why I am how I am
I'm flexed up, now my braggin' different
I was just a jit, but now I'm grown I got the same mission
Get the money, double up, I'm just tryna get paid quicker
Tryna stay up out the way and watch out for that grave digger
Croppin' people out my life, but I still see the bigger picture

Please don't get it started
Got some shootas that make you
Beatbox
He overdosed on pills so now the doctors made em
Detox
I know that she a hoe so we can't kiss
No we can't liplock
Trappers in the kitchen
Whippin' pots until they wrist lock, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Marcus Stephens
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