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box office - curlyhead guapo lyrics

[intro]
box office!
sh*t is a movie right now
sh*t is a movie!
yeah, you know me!

[verse 1: curlyhead guapo]
hit it one time then i’m gonna drop her
i only kick it if we playing soccer
speaking on me ima unload the choppa
shoot at his feet made that boy do the cha cha
i’m sipping on henny i’m sippin’ on vodka
with a bad b*tch and she giving me māthā
with a bad b*tch and she giving me spits
feel like chris paul how i’m sonning these clips
ball for the team and i’m getting assists
coming out drippin’ she loving my fits
feel like i’m peyton 18 on my wrist
feel like i’m peyton not talking bout manning
balling like tatum i’m not talking channing
high as a plane but no i’m never landing
i look around i’m the only one standing
i look around i’m the only one standing
i said it twice so that they undеrstand it
i’m wild’n out b*tch i come with the cannon
streets is so hungry it could be a faminе
dropping new music i’m feeding the streets
like a bad father how i’m deading beats
talking bout me and i’m keeping receipts
knock on your door no this not trick or treat
f*cking your wh0re got the girl in my sheets
coming like arby’s b*tch i got the meats
be in the field but i’m not wearing cleats
be in the field but no i’m not an athlete
running the game and n0body could pass me
talking bout me but n0body gon’ at me
came with the fire my pistol gon’ pack heat
hop in the front then we switch to the back seat
switch to the backseat
[verse 2: lil nelli]
ball number 1 on the court number 1 like i’m d ro’
my drip exotic i’m not talkin rio
i shoot my shot like i’m scoring a free throw
i’m bout the cash seeing green like i’m ceelo
i whip the wraith i ain’t ever gon’ crash
f*ckin’ your b*tch and i’m smackin’ her ass
when we see twelve you know we do the dash
i’m bout that action i’ll shoot you for cash
i’m talking demon time scary mclaurin
hop on the jet and you know i be soarin’
my whip is loud like the pack it be roarin’
b*tch see me pull up and she gon’ start whorin’
10 shots leave yo momma cryin’
crowd do what i say like simon
rollie i can’t see the time
cuz it got baguette diamonds

[verse 3: d$hmoney]
came outta’ the wars, b*tch i’m back and i’m better
shooter in seattle, seahawks and berettas
i walk with the kings, but this not no coretta
like 300 breezy, i send her a letter
like 300 breezy, i send her a letter
hit her one night, imma f*ck and forget her
(what, what)
this sh*t come straight from the heart
this ain’t a campfire, don’t play with the sparks
like some scary stories, pop out in the dark
he clutching his shift but he never left park, huh
he clutching his shift but he never left park
(what, what, what, what)
flock em like kay, b*tch i leave him for dead
5 racks, we not linking, leave one in the head
bet on me, a lock, i ain’t talking bout dreads
x*ray technician, my beam infrared
[verse 4: mbreezy and curlyhead guapo]
hold up talk to em one time breezy!
running my city like dunkin (yuh)
getting money like a russian (uh)
getting dome no concussion (no)
i’m top 5 no discussion (top 5)
i’m top 5 no cap though
got the magic, no orlando
got the keys, no piano
wit my migos, no bando (bando!)
girl on me but i wanna party
shoutout slatt man i’m in the army
one in my city shoutout amare
you’re in the kia, i’m in the rari
you’re in the kia, i’m in the mazi
i’m so high man, sh*t getting foggy
ice on my neck, feel like it’s hockey
stick multicolored, feel like it’s pocky

[verse 5: curlyhead guapo and d$hmoney]
stick multicolored, ain’t talking bout pocky
good with these hands, b*tch i beat it up, rocky
style xerox, all these hoes wanna copy
fly out to crete and she feed me souvlaki
play for the bucks like i play for milwaukee
i keep a stick on me, no sidney crosby
i’m pushing weight b*tch i feel like i’m ocky
i run the game and n0body can stop me
she giving brain yeah that b*tch wanna top me
not talking kelly, i come with the tommy
i’m feeling irish, the money is doubling
f*cking with me and them boys get to struggling
250k b*tch this money is troubling
your girl on me and she blow me like doublemint
i’m getting money get bread like the government
copy my drip but lil’ b*tch i discovered it
i’m feeling hungry my stomach is rumbling
i’m feeling thirsty this champagne is bubblin’

- curlyhead guapo lyrics

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