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LANNÉ & Leo - The Box
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
LANNÉ
LANNÉ
Performer
Leo
Leo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adarius Moragne
Adarius Moragne
Songwriter
Aqeel Qadir Tate
Aqeel Qadir Tate
Songwriter
Rodrick Moore
Rodrick Moore
Songwriter
Samuel Gloade
Samuel Gloade
Songwriter
Khirye Anthony Tyler
Khirye Anthony Tyler
Songwriter
Larrance Dopson
Larrance Dopson
Songwriter

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Pullin' out the coupe at the lot Told 'em fuck 12, fuck the SWAT Bustin' all the bells out the box I just hit a lick with the box Had to put a stick in a box, mmh Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy I got the mojo-deals, we be trappin' like the '80s Yeah, she sucked a soul, gotta Cash App Told 'em wipe a nose, say slatt, slatt I won't ever sell my soul, I can back that And I really wanna know, where you at, at? I was out back, where the stash at? Cruise the city in a bulletproof Cadillac 'Cause I know this, where the bag at Gotta move smarter, gotta move harder Dudes try to get me, find my water I'll lay his ass down on my son, on my daughter I had the Draco with me, Dwayne Carter Lotta dudes out here playin', ain't ballin' I done put my whole arm in the rim, Vince Carter And I know she probably got a key for the quarter Shawty barely seen in double C's, I bought 'em And I got a bitch looking like Aaliyah, she a model I got the pink slip, all my whips key-less Compton, I'm about to get the key to the city Patek like the sea, forgive me Pullin' out the coupe at the lot Told 'em fuck 12, fuck the SWAT Bustin' all the bells out the box I just hit a lick with the box Had to put a stick in a box, mmh Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy I got the mojo-deals, we be trappin' like the '80s Yeah, she sucked a soul, gotta Cash App Told 'em wipe a nose, say slatt, slatt I won't ever sell my soul, I can back that And I really wanna know, where you at, at? He, he-he-he, I been movin' 'em out If Steelo with me, then we got the blues in the pouch Took her to the forest, put a wood in her mouth Bitch don't wear no shoes in my house The private I'm flyin' in, I never gone fly again I'll take my chances in traffic Suckin' on dick, no hands with it I just made the Rollie plain like a landing-strip I'm a 2020 president candidate I done put a hundred bands on Zimmerman, shit Movin' real gangsta', so that's why she pick a Crip Shawty call me Crisco, 'cause I pop my shit Got it out the mud, there's nothin' you can tell me And when I had the drugs, I was street-wealthy
Writer(s): Khirye Tyler, Rodrick Moore, Adarius Moragne, Samuel Gloade, Larrance Dopson, Aqeel Tate Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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