Lyrics

Box too hot Box too hot Box too hot Box too hot Box too hot Box too hot Box too hot Put on my chains, flex on the snap, but you ain't recording me If I happen to die by the end of the year, at least they ain't score on me These folks got me pulling these knives out my back, but it ain't even sore to me Put em' blast, put em' on game, I give em' floor seats She tried to tell me my love is protected, she kept insuring me If I tell her to pull up and mop up your block, then she doing chores for me And I got no worries cause' ima' be geeked up til' the morning Put em' blast, put em' on game, I give em' floor seats (Let's go!) I got hoes telling they business in my hotel room Say I take drugs for a helping hand, I call em' Odell Shrooms And i'm feeling like nobody having my back, so i can get no help soon And I know you really can't handle these fumes, don't come in this room Box too hot Box too hot Box too hot Box too hot Box too hot Box too hot Box too hot Box too hot Put on my chains, flex on the snap, but you ain't recording me If I happen to die by the end of the year, at least they ain't score on me These folks got me pulling these knives out my back, but it ain't even sore to me Put em' blast, put em' on game, I give em' floor seats She tried to tell me my love is protected, she kept insuring me If I tell her to pull up and mop up your block, then she doing chores for me And I got no worries cause' ima' be geeked up til' the morning Put em' blast, put em' on game, I give em' floor seats (let's go!) Put em' blast, put em' on game, I give em' floor seats (let's go!) Put em' blast, put em' on game, I give em' floor seats (let's go!) Put em' blast, put em' on game, I give em' floor seats (let's go!) Put em' blast, put em' on game, I give em' floor seats Lil Storm, Lil Storm, Lil Storm, Lil Storm (wait) Lil Storm, Lil Storm, Lil Storm, Lil Storm
Writer(s): Jamari Mckenzie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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