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fatt macc - box god كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(mike gotti, this sh_t stupid)

[chorus]
i’m that n_gga in my city, flew to cali, made it happen (on god)
box god, have them b_tches at your door, just send the addy
everybody got a plug, everybody say they trappin’ (everybody say they trappin’)
you ain’t gettin’ ’em for the cheap, everybody know you actin’ (on god)
i just ran through a hundred, need two hundred of them b_tches (i’m jumpin’)
country boy gettin’ twenty, i got plays in mississippi (i got plays in mississippi)
everybody want some bubba, you should’ve shopped with boston richey (should’ve shopped with boston)
i got loads for the low, they get lower, you get plenty

[verse]
i know how to make them birds fly
twenty_five a brick, exotic bags got my line hot, i feel like pretty ricky
ain’t no b_tch that i ain’t hit (nah), you gon’ pay that ho to f_ck (haha)
‘fore i pay a b_tch for p_ssy, buy a business, boss her up
what you want? i know that poor_ass n_gga can’t afford nothin’ (haha)
i like all the j’s i see, i think i’m michael jordan son (them j’s)
yeah, four lines of that ‘tuss, i’m high as f_ck, this g6 got me up
sold the opp some fent’, he dumb as f_ck, that roxy f_cked him up (n_gga dumb as h_ll)
f_ck this rappin’ sh_t, a p_ssy play, then, b_tch, i’m pullin’ up
body boy, them couple whoopty_whoops got that boy lit as f_ck
i know they broke, ain’t no n_ggas in the city lit as us
southside over everything, go get your chickens up
[chorus]
i’m that n_gga in my city, flew to cali, made it happen (on god)
box god, have them b_tches at your door, just send the addy
everybody got a plug, everybody say they trappin’ (everybody say they trappin’)
you ain’t gettin’ ’em for the cheap, everybody know you actin’ (on god)
i just ran through a hundred, need two hundred of them b_tches (i’m jumpin’)
country boy gettin’ twenty, i got plays in mississippi (i got plays in mississippi)
everybody want some bubba, you should’ve shopped with boston richey (should’ve shopped with boston)
i got loads for the low, they get lower, you get plenty

[outro]
i know how to make them birds fly

- fatt macc

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