send this bitch up - shoebox baby lyrics
[intro]
huh? what? come on
(oh yeah, i’m finna make a banger with this one)
yeah, this on hard
uh*huh, uh*huh, come on
yeah, slat, it’s ‘box
(dj on the beat so it’s a banger)
[chorus]
man, i wish security would try to search us at the door
we got opps, so we tote glocks, and plus they thirsty for the lo’
bad b*tch, light skin, bald head, like doodie lo
n*gga reachin’ for my chain and got his ass put on the floor
we finna send this b*tch up
send this b*tch up
we finna send this b*tch up
send this b*tch up
we finna send this b*tch up
send this b*tch up
i can’t f*ck with weak hoes, all by b*tches teen and up
[verse 1]
call the club, i need a section
tell them, “fill it up this thots”
i been rappin’ one whole yеar, it’s time to turn it up a notch
b*tches smilin’, talkin’ to they friеnds like, “ain’t that lil’ shoebox?”
dj screamin’, “o’block”, middle fingers to the opps
it’s time to send this b*tch up
i done lost so many guys, i ain’t win enough
spent fifty k in wafi, so my trigger finger buss
it’s some hatin’ ass n*ggas in this b*tch, just don’t act tough
once it’s up, then it’s stuck
[bridge]
send this b*tch up
send this b*tch up
it’s time to send this b*tch up
man, send this b*tch up
[chorus]
man, i wish security would try to search us at the door
we got opps, so we tote glocks, and plus they thirsty for the lo’
(dj on the beat so it’s a banger)
bad b*tch, light skin, bald head, like doodie lo
n*gga reachin’ for my chain and got his ass put on the floor
we finna send this b*tch up
send this b*tch up
we finna send this b*tch up
send this b*tch up
we finna send this b*tch up
send this b*tch up
i can’t f*ck with weak hoes, all by b*tches teen and up
[verse 2]
this b*tch ass all on me
and ain’t n0body searchin’ us, we came one*hundred deep
that front and back end i need all, ain’t sh*t free
we came in this b*tch with guns, don’t think we use hands and feet
now you gone, dead, deceased
see i don’t be buyin’ no bottles
’cause them b*tches high as f*ck
and i don’t be f*ckin’ they models
’cause they p*ssy wetter than us
but, this b*tch lit
we in this b*tch like popeyes, we got drums and sticks
don’t think you sl!ck, reachin’ for [?] this glock hit him all in his sh*t
we finna
[bridge]
send this b*tch up
send this b*tch up
it’s time to send this b*tch up
send this b*tch up
[chorus]
man, i wish security would try to search us at the door
we got opps, so we tote glocks, and plus they thirsty for the lo’
(dj on the beat so it’s a banger)
bad b*tch, light skin, bald head, like doodie lo
n*gga reachin’ for my chain and got his ass put on the floor
we finna send this b*tch up
send this b*tch up
we finna send this b*tch up
send this b*tch up
we finna send this b*tch up
send this b*tch up
i can’t f*ck with weak hoes, all by b*tches teen and up
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