Lyrics:
What's Paris like
Cocoa
No Chanel and rice
Boxes dripping water tight
Dip down for a taste of light
Like this every night
Grab and dash designer plus
I tell the mandem "hit the road" Yeah, eehYAH, eehYeh
I just got delivery in boxes and a note
Hit the uberman and tell the mandem "hit the road" yeah
trade, yeah
Do what I want all day
Checking the boxes to make me self made
This is no love song
I shit on you niggas for living your life wrong
Fuck up
Menina menina
You’re looking like a fresh face
Back seat driving to the coast
Just to get you some air now
I stacked you up in boxes
I can’t open up
I
that
The boxes keep us looking down
I feel the ground below, there's no one around
High above the land I see clouds that
Stretch for ever could it be
I got a fighters spirit
Niggas trying
To put me in these boxes
I ain't trying to hear it
I'm a keep these hammers
On me sparking
Till we out of there
J'suis au top, dawg, brises pas mon ego
J'me tape sans les gants d'boxe, viens pas faire le chaud
Mes sons dans la Rolls Royce, nouveau classico
I'm still living my life out of boxes, taking M-Boxes
Bitch you got a thin wallet, I got big pockets
Old hoe walked in head nodded
I turned damn
Whole lotta money keep coming they want it to stop
Niggas can't wait till I flop
They tryna put me in boxes
Told her I'm stoppin the perkies
I'm
toxins
Rampant they multiply noxious
Every day I'm feeling nauseous
People in poverty boxes
Incarcerated in boxes
Young minds in them boxes
Till they old
Who put the boxes in the corner?
I don't know
Who is a member of the
Box putting crew?
I need one hour
To get to the room
Since we decided change
Деньги не в box’e (не)
И со мной Toxi (Toxi)
Мой поцелуй ее уносит (уносит)
Это мой мир
Назову Baleru (Baleru)
Это не тир
Это пушки в Баку
Деньги не
Ela pede pra eu socar essa pussy depois dessa transa acho que eu fiz boxe
Sempre que levo ela pra lona
Ela vai sabendo que já vai ser nocaute
boxes by the side of the road
The rented truck is getting ready to load
The cardboard boxes by the side of the road
Are you ready to load?
The business
can't believe
I can't take what you've done to me
Why can't I begin to run away
When I wanted to leave
Sorted boxes, packed up bags
Between the spaces
trapped here
Oh I’m trapped here
I’m trapped in love boxes
It’s driving me crazy
I’m trapped in love boxes
It’s driving me crazy
Now we square having
Du seille-o, du seille-o, du seille-o
Du seille-o
C'est tout c'qu'il me faut kho
Des années, des années
Des années que j'les boxe
Comme Hajime no
rôle
(Dinren) , un fauve parmi les grands hommes
Ce soir, mon rap a mis les gants d'boxe
(FK Plus de Classe)
C'est l'Unité d'Feu, FK, Dinren sur toi
That one's wifey,
She be ticking all the boxes, Nike
My queen my slime
Got me on a ride or die
Coretta like Luther's wife
Treat me like a king
time, last time)
It took ten ice-cream boxes
'Til my sheets retrieved
The scent of a self-esteem
Instead of a man
Will I ever love again?
(Will I)
It
Ich lose Hip-Hop weg de OGs
Und ficke immer no die Police
Ich los de Shit grad mit de Homies
Und uf de Boxe laufed Oldies
Mir losed Hip-Hop us de 90s
bitch
From the ground up
Now
No love
For these sluts
Mak'em pay to feel loved
You don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
Boxes toucdown
I don't owe a nigga
that my lovers gave me
Boxes and boxes of moonlit blues
Fleeting happiness and altered moods
Darkness
Devotion
Follow the light at the tunnel
Seeing it
note I ever wrote
I'm just breaking down boxes
(I'm just breaking down boxes)
I'm just burning down bridges
(I'm just burning down bridges)
This bout
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