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lirik lagu mailbox – nuk

[intro]
(da realest)
(yo, marley, you made this?)

[chorus]
say you love me, i’m like, “what that mean?”
reckless driver, i be crashin’ b*tches ‘fore i flee the scene
we ain’t finna be out here in public, but, b*tch, hit them knees
told a b*tch by how the way she f*ck me, she might get them keys
she got a fatty, wait
i be in amiri jeans that’s linked up with the rattlesnake
just hit a pretty b*tch, i throw my hands back and ej*cul*te
a big dog in my hood, but i’m too humble, i be passin’ rank
when wе cha*cha slide, we go get suitеd like a cabaret
[verse 1]
a hundred was a ten, you pua n*ggas so frail now
i get happy talkin’ to the plug when he say, “mailbox”
boy, i really hustle, sh*t, i know i’m gon’ have bag for life
i’m the type to spin right through they hood if i get mad tonight
we don’t do no d*ck suckin’, we don’t do no clique hoppin’
we don’t do no flip*floppin’, but still’ll pull up candy paint
i just put a baby on that road, but this ain’t denny lane
told my boys if i be in the clouds, then i’m gon’ sell ’em rain
but i ain’t gon’ never fall off
in the trap, we pass the dope around and hop on it like frogs
i got pretty hoes, i bet they got more water than your jeweler do
mhm, your p*ssy really that, i’m bringin’ scuba suit
boy, don’t you be playin’ with that— you better price it
i got so much dog sh*t, this goyard like a diaper
wanna act like you so with it ’til i roll up and i stop
my brother got me hittin’ cougar hoes, i’m close up with a fox
how you know him? sh*t, i heard he dead
i just put a leg up on the glock and i see thirty heads
i’m a creeper, they don’t know my steps
i know fiends that don’t even be tweakers ’til they get on meth
tell a b*tch like, “you too bad, huh?”
you won’t see me trickin’, sh*t, my pockets got a padlock
my n*ggas comin’ home, they say our lawyers just like matlock
i got too much money, sh*t, i need another stash spot
put my b*tches in amiri
i f*ck b*tches with they twin, that’s just like tia and tamera
i just met a spanish b*tch, she got good p*ssy and got spirit
i speak spanish too, i told her suck my pina while i’m steering
[chorus]
say you love me, i’m like, “what that mean?”
reckless driver, i be crashin’ b*tches ‘fore i flee the scene
we ain’t finna be out here in public, but, b*tch, hit them knees
told a b*tch by how the way she f*ck me, she might get them keys
she got a fatty, wait
i be in amiri jeans that’s linked up with the rattlesnake
just hit a pretty b*tch, i throw my hands back and ej*cul*te
a big dog in my hood, but i’m too humble, i be passin’ rank
when we cha*cha slide, we go get suited like a cabaret

[verse 2]
i never sleep, i’m up and schemin’
in grind mode, can’t f*ck the divas
my b*tch just said she wanna sh*t on hoes, she did a month selena
if it’s a problem i be gettin’ money, i’m like, “well, i’m wrong”
know when i got run ’cause i hit states that they ain’t never know
told a b*tch when she let me f*ck it, get it on a drone
t*r*a*p*p, i make three hundred, then i sell a phone
i spend hours in a freaky b*tch, then i be back alone
i can spend a dub quick, to you, that sh*t like breaking bones
my hoes say i’m actin’ different, me and bro like shaq and penny
since i got that arf back, like ice cube, i’m back in business
you gon’ catch me movin’ by how far i gotta tax ’em different
i get to that bag, i ain’t gossipin’ like akademiks

- nuk

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