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hot box - big yavo lyrics

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[intro]
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b*tch*ass n*gga, dumb*ass n*gga
i’m loaded, look, ayy

[chorus]
back in the day, used to pull up in hotbox
now i pull up in a drop*top
pull on the opp block, drop somethin’, then
pull up to the mall and go cop somethin’, hold it
i ain’t have sh*t, yavo got a lot now
the b*tch used to diss me, she givin’ me top now, ayy
good drank, b*tch, i’m sippin’ wockhardt
i’m in the scatpack dodgin’ the cop cars

[verse 1]
stick like guitars, we pull up like rockstars
at the door with the stick, let it knock hard
ayy, lil’ n*ggas can’t stand me, so they need a big chair
i’m slammin’ p’s like ric flair, ayy
i catch an opp and i’m gettin’ at him, hittin’ at him
talkin’ ’bout hundreds, i been had ’em
ayy, and them fifties and twenties, i been stackin’, gettin’ at it
back in high school, b*tch, i been havin’
ayy, and she told me before all the money, i been handsome
police ask questions, don’t gеt answers
ayy, on the block for so long, startin’ to feel like a stop sign
‘forе i turned ten, had a glock 9, gang
my n*ggas robbin’, i’m feelin’ like batman
i got paper and work in my backpack
sellin’ p’s and q’s like math class
b*tch, i stay with four nines like san fran
baby, how high can you get? feel like meth man
glock stay with me, i call this b*tch best friend
glock stay with me like spongebob and patrick
i’m from the ‘partment, this sh*t get jurassic
bullet bald head like o’neal at the magic
cougar b*tch and she hate when i’m saggin’
still callin’ me daddy ’cause she know a young n*gga havin’
glock 21, yeah, you know i’m a savage (let’s go)
[chorus]
back in the day, used to pull up in hotbox
now i pull up in a drop*top
pull on the opp block, drop somethin’, then
pull up to the mall and go cop somethin’, hold it
i ain’t have sh*t, yavo got a lot now
the b*tch used to diss me, she givin’ me top now, ayy
good drank, b*tch, i’m sippin’ wockhardt
i’m in the scatpack dodgin’ the cop cars

[verse 2]
stick like guitars, we pull up like rockstars
a zae production, we pull up and shoot somethin’
money like plants, my n*gga, i grew some
ride with birds in seattle, i feel like lynch now
get him knocked off for cheap in the hood, i got discounts
i’ll get an opp drafted, look, i’m havin’ real scouts
big booty b*tch eat the d*ck on the lil’ couch
too much money to fit in a lil’ pouch
too much money, gotta get me a sprayground
n*gga play stupid, now you hear the k sound
my n*ggas slidin’, they don’t need no playground
no scooby, on the road, my dogs like greyhound
i say the b*tch got glasses like velma
i’m on the road with bags in the mystery van
put rounds in his ass like the michelin man
ayy, b*tch, you play with my dog, then i’m siccin’ his ass
too much work in the bag, couldn’t even get in the class
ain’t workin’ sh*t out, put a bag on his ass
sellin’ birds like tweetie, jugg spinnin’ like taz
like tight*ass pants, we gon’ get on your ass
i ain’t friendly like stella, b*tch, get off my grass
i ain’t friendly like stella, b*tch, get out my yard
got punch, no tonk, b*tch, i’ll pull your card
these n*ggas small fries, b*tch, i’m goin’ large, ayy
[chorus]
back in the day, used to pull up in hotbox
now i pull up in a drop*top
pull on the opp block, drop somethin’, then
pull up to the mall and go cop somethin’, hold it
i ain’t have sh*t, yavo got a lot now
the b*tch used to diss me, she givin’ me top now, ayy
good drank, b*tch, i’m sippin’ wockhardt
i’m in the scatpack dodgin’ the cop cars

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