The Box

Okay

Ya know who's on the mic shit yaa?

It's Ur Boy Charline

Bitches are calling my name
They say am going crazy
Feeling better with the box
Hasty like a little fox
Nothing's changed it like little kcee
End it my checking baby
Now shift that facts on ma face
Shift me some little space
Am talking u to follow ma lead
You talk about me
One foot in my knee
Let's chat about she
Baby's a fairly fakie

I just wanna a cake for the box
Unto the baby gal
Ur pussy's hot
Ain't kicking it off
Am just leaving it on
Checkmate on the box
No cheating on the top
Ma Dick's so on
Movie shoot
Blow it off like a slop
Like the '80s love suck
Lady gat no luck
Just fuck it love
Call the cop
Monеy into the box
Let's go shopping
What's popping
It's the box(wooh)

Free mе bitch
Unto ma gee
She gat no vibes down her sleeve
She take no dick down her throat
She ate no weed
I'm on ma weed
I gat niggars down the street
Sure say we gonna ball legit
Louis de vuitton down our drip
Loop that shii and listen to me
I don't care what you say bout me
Ain't talk no pussy, ma lady's thick
She's stuck on ma dick
She's Falling for me
She's Waiting for the right fucking time to click
She's wanting on me
She's falling so quick(woop)
In life u check n take the risk
In the streets we d take risk for lit(lit)
Came from nothing
It ain't bringing me down my grip (grrrrp)

Bitches are calling my name
They say am going crazy
Feeling better with the box
Hasty like a little fox
Nothing's changed it like little kcee
End it my checking baby
Now shift that facts on ma face
Shift me some little space
Am talking u to follow ma lead
You talk about me
One foot on my knee
Let's chat about she
Baby's a fairly fakie

Don't listen to what dem say(wooh)
Just focus on the box with the bucks
Tell them haters outta ma way(outta ma way)
Bitch came to dismantle me buh she ain't know I can't give in(wooh)
Telling a life story ain't on ma lip
Just Fuck it and leave not on my list (on my list)
Here you go(wooh, wooh)
Bitch said I cannot make it in music
Look
I'm grinding and focus on my music
Damn
Willing to make it in music
Praying to Jehovah for opening in my music
It ain't easy for the boy entertaining
The passion is there
I can't give up easily
Cause it ain't in my blood
You know that
It ain't in my blood Bitch

Buy me a Gun
Onto her car
Let's celebrate victory while we can
We struggle for the money the only way we can
If we surely win, we've worked really hard
The goal is to be rich and not to look rich
Am not a niggar who fuck and ditch
Don't be a niggar who fuck and switch
I don't care what dem bitches say bout me
Dem know I don't argue with hoes
Surely I know my rapping flows
She's stucc on ma lip, she's following me to shows
Bought me flower, her little red rose
Even her ex's jealous, I seemingly suppose
I think am a lucky niggar(who knows)
Checkmate on it
It's all for it, am a naughty niggar
Stucc with the box
Hasty like a little fox
Just fuck it and leave it
Okay
My little mama(little mama)

Bitches are calling my name
They say am going crazy(going crazy felling better with the box)
Feeling better with the box
Hasty like a little fox
Nothing's changed it like little kcee
End it my checking baby(end it my checking baby)
Now shift that facts on ma face
Shift me some little space
Am talking u to follow ma lead
You talk about me
One foot on my knee
Let's chat about she
Baby's a fairly fakie(baby's a fairly fakie)

Bitch called d dumb-ass niggar(wooh)
Free up
Let's do d shit
She hanged up
Calling her bop daddy licker (wooh)
I don't say no to challenge
Am just saying
Am a bad little Rapper (yeah)
You talk shit
Fuck it or End it
Bitch ain't a motherfucking chain-smoker
Okaay
It ain't another(look)
Checkmate on the rubber
This shit's phenom
Love lust shit like the rubber
Phenomenal called to showdown
It's lit like my shoulder
Standing on top of the Boulder
Object
Object, do another
Dance floor like other
Baby's hot on stage
3 steps, do another
Calling my name
Ain't having a supper
For life
Ain't compare to another

I came from a ghetto
Where I was told you are on your own
Wake up
We grind
No trouble on d cell phone
Lev' up
No spill on ma elbow
Don't stay long you know
Trouble on ma ego
Bitch

Written by Charline