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gls - lunchbox lyrics

[chorus]
i know you just don’t understand this
i wish you just know that i’m damaged (damaged)
i wish you just know, i ain’t plan this
2010 rick ow’, lookin’ dandy (dandy)
hunnid round clip, tall, like it’s wemby (aah)
we up it quick, though, like it’s wendy’s
all of my b*tches cold, they a family
this sh*t get heavy, though, sh*t get litty
thit sh*t get heavy, though, sh*t get litty
thought i was ready to f*ck that b*tch
i thought she was forever, hoe, sh*t get heavy
n*ggas ain’t ready, though
choppa hit ’em, now he off the fetty, uh, sh*t get litty
i’m gettin’ deady, though, i ain’t trippin’ ’cause i got my buddy, though, got my baby

[verse]
bih, you think about touchin’ me (bih*bih*bih*bih, me)
got n*ggas that’s hungry, greed (bih*bih*bih*bih)
my shooters gon’ hunt for me (bih*bih*bih*bih)
that b*tch know what’s up with me
she wanna have lunch, with me
i got some racks in these [?]
my boy strapped like i’m bumblebee
my boy strapped like i’m bumblebee
what the f*ck them n*ggas starin’ at?
f*ck that lil’ coupe, that’s a* b*tch, huh
f*ck that lil’ coupe, that’s a gls
n*ggas be talkin’, don’t hear nun’
n*ggas be talkin’ real careless
that b*tch, she bad, but she weird, ah
that b*tch, she bad, but she weird, ah
i’m off the drugs, [?]
in the truck, i get racks with my bro (bro, aah)
this hoe, boy, way too big for that dome
she gon’ f*ck, she don’t even know a song
i be f*cked up, don’t even know what’s wrong
i’m tryn’ pull up, lil’ bih, for my home
i’m tryn’ bring [?] in my home
[?]
all that ricky, we out getting chrome (chrome)
don’t even try it, just act like you know (you know, aah)
i be tired, they whack and they know it
brodie slimy, he slimy like [?]
brodie slimy, he slimy like [?]
brodie slimy, he slimy like [?] (waah)
[chorus]
i know you just don’t understand this
i wish you just know that i’m damaged (damaged)
i wish you just know, i ain’t plan this
2010 rick ow’, lookin’ dandy (dandy)
hunnid round clip, tall, like it’s wemby (aah)
we up it quick, though, like it’s wendy’s
all of my b*tches cold, they a family
this sh*t get heavy, though, sh*t get litty
thit sh*t get heavy, though, sh*t get litty
thought i was ready to f*ck that b*tch
i thought she was forever, hoe, sh*t get heavy
n*ggas ain’t ready, though
choppa hit ’em, now he off the fetty, uh, sh*t get litty
i’m gettin’ deady, though, i ain’t trippin’ ’cause i got my buddy, though, got my baby

- lunchbox lyrics

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