Lyrics:
Trolley before my dapperness goes flat
He decided to fore go his looks so dashing
To save his hat and little snack
So he placed the treats upon the seat
Boy in the box, the fever is all day
Boy in the box, the fever is all day
Boy in the box, the fever is all day
Boy in the box, the fever is all day
?that box? tech n9ne
Turn me up a little bit louder rob, 'cause I want all the ass shakers to feel this shit yadda mean, tech n9ne
Ha, check it out,
won't you twirl around and do a whirl for me (my music box)
And would you be my private little dancer? (My music box)
I almost look comatose, who
love my dodgy box (my dodgy box)
Oh dodgy box (oh dodgy box!)
Oh dodgy box (oh dodgy box!)
Free as can be, cheap and never stops (oh dodgy box
(bullet got the wrong bloke)
Life kid suck
Drink from the box
The juice kicks up
Life give suck the box drink
Yeah
Life kid drink from
Backwards hat, button up, so vivid
Tick Tock glist on my wrist so mystic
Fresh out the box like a gift on Christmas
Nice lil bow, rap oh so nice
Top come off,
that mess
I confess it's a shame when you living in a city
That's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Glad I came to my senses
Like
that mess
I confess it's a shame when you living in a city
That's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Glad I came to my senses
Like
fucking weapon
When I was three I was just a little G
But if you looked in my eyes you'd see the future of a real MC
And at the age of nine I wrote my first
wack, matter fact
It's like a cat from Mexico
That trap all kinda yay
(Kanye) wearin' a MAGA hat
A holy shirt and a pair
Of Yeezy's tryna swagger jack
You
the key, my darling
Open up that little door
See the silver box there
Wonder what it's got in store?
There's a box in my head and inside is a box
And that
the box Kris
Knock 'em out the box Kris, out the box Kris
Knock 'em out the box Kris, Kris already got this
This is what Hip Hop is, spitting my
I wish I was little bit taller,
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good
I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with
Hat 2 tha bacc, spillin' drink on my lap
Beatin' down ya block and my trunk vibratin'
Hat hat 2 tha bacc, spillin' drink on my lap
Beatin' down ya
I wish I was a little bit taller
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good, I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with
box, we in the snot box, bitch
Snot box, we in the snot box, bitch
And just like that, we strip you of your immunity
Don't get mad, get even, you little
the crate, by the box
If I feel like going fishing
Then my lake fully stocked (Talk to 'em)
Private chef, I just ate, I don't play
I go hard
Got a helicopter
Homie, you ain't hitting on nothin'
Drop that top when I hit that butt
Pimp so hard it's a full time job
Swear, 12 stacks in my glove box
Bitch niggas,
just sit there and stare
Me with my belt wrapped around my head
And you just sittin' there
In your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat
Well, I
just sit there and stare
Me with my belt wrapped around my head
And you just sittin' there
In your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat
Well, I
damned if a fuckboy feed off of my sound
When that banger from the booth drops
Bang it 'til your roof knocks
Bitch you know I’ve got juice like a juice box
on a nice watch
I might just bust a little move for some ice box
My little bro said they need ‘em in the city
cnd he put a bag in the mail so it's litty
I
tryna spend)
Got a blueberry farm by the crate, by the box
If I feel like going fishing then my lake fully stocked (talk to 'em)
Private chef, I just
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