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Thot Box (Remix) [feat. Young MA, Dreezy, Latto, DreamDoll, Chinese Kitty]
Hitmaka
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Hitmaka N-n-nonstop Yeah I ain't ****in' with no thot box Make him eat it in the droptop (skrrt) Like she here but she not hot Racks comin' in non-stop Yeah, big rocks on that crop top (rocks on that crop top) I took his bih to the chop shop, ooh He ain't ****in' with no thot box I'm gettin' top in the droptop, hmm She high class, Henny in the wine glass Closet full of shoes and designer bags She got a name but everybody call her fine a$$ With that fine a$$ Ain't even gotta see her top half Born in a foreign, she a mixed breed Hips on parentheses If she drives stick it's a 6 speed Yellow in the inside, Swiss cheese Vroom vroom in the pum pum on pooh, pooh She got that wet wet We gon' have the best sex I'ma kill the kitty that's a death threat So you can say we ****in' on her death bed Wack b!tch callin', say she want her boo back Send that n!gga home pu$$y juice on his do-rag I ain't gotta suck d!ck for no verse I put money on your head then put money in my purse, b!tch N!gga slid in my DM with the blue check Only want the blue racks, n!gga you could keep that Make a n!gga go down, tell him eat that Had that nigga singin' to my pussy like Keith Sweat This ain't no mother****in' thot box Pussy had a nigga sweatin' like a hot box He be searchin' for that pussy like Wi-Fi Rich n!gga, eight figure, that's my type He thought he was catfished I looked better off of IG (my pretty ass) Let him slurp out the box like a Hi-C I want my bloods in that pump like an IV Full course meal your main n!gga my side piece Play with me, you off more than just pot smoke N!gga thinkin' he a player he a thot though Shawty rent late but flyin' out to Cabo (What?) I'm just sayin' you gotta watch hoes Got ten star credit, my pictures don't need no editin' That work still sellin', my pussy ain't no comparision He hit it once, n!gga thought I sold crack When he hit it doggystyle grab his dick from the back, yeah Three G's and a blunt for the hot spot If it ain't head, leave it red, that's a **** block Yeah, now this thot wanna shot Before I even get to pour up, she suckin' out the top You don't eat it you don't beat it, I said it 'cause I mean it Treat the pussy like the paper, don't let nothin' come between it Call my box Medusa you get hard when you see it I might put it on the app, you gotta download to stream it Wanna beat it, wanna skeet it, spend them racks I told him throw them hundreds if you want me throw it back Got they face in the Phantom and get brains in the back He said he don't be on head but we all know he cap Now back to the track, I'm rollin' in my droptop And my ******* sittin' pretty in my crop top N!gga say he tryna get up in that thot box But you be ****ing anything that walk, you got thot shit N!gga I ain't ****in' with no thot box Make him eat it in the droptop Like she here but she not hot Racks comin' in non-stop Yeah, big rocks on that crop top I took his bih to the chop shop, ooh He ain't ****in' with no thot box I'm gettin' top in the droptop, hmm
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