Chords for Roddy Ricch - The Box (Lyrics)

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[Bbm] _ _ _ _ _ _ I [Ebm] just hit a lick with the box, had to [Ab] put the stick in the box _
[Bbm] Pour up the whole damn pill, I'ma get lazy [Ebm] I got the mojo deals, we been trippin' [Ab] like
the _ 80's [Bbm] She said the niggas all got the cash app
Told [Gb] her wipe a nigga _ [Ab] nose, they slap slap
I [Bbm] won't never sell my soul, and I can back that, and [Ebm] I really wanna know
[Ab] [Ab] Where you at, where at?
I was sat back, [Bbm] where the stash at?
Cruisin' city in a bulletproof Cadillac, cause I know these niggas out there where the bag at
Gotta move smarter, gotta move harder, niggas try to give me five mile water
I lay a vest down on my son or my daughter, I had the Draco with me, Dwayne Carter
Lotta niggas out here playin', they ballin'
I done put my whole arm in the rim, Vince Carter
And an old poppy get a key for the parlor, [Ebm] shawty belly skin and double C's on the bottom
[Ab] Got a bitch that's lookin' like Alicia, model
[Bbm] I got the paint slip, off my whip, heat list
[Ebm] Comes in on my body, get the key to the city, [Ab] padded, blackened, see
Forgetting how [Bbm] to cope at the lot, told her fuck twelve, fuck squat
Bustin' all the pills out the box, [Ebm] I just hit a lick with the box, had to [Ab] put the stick in the box _
[Bbm] Pull up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy
[Ebm] I got the mojo deals, people trap it [Ab] like the _ 80's
[Bbm] She said the nigga sold, got the cash out
Told [Gb] her wipe her nigga _ [Ab] nose, say slack, slack
I [Bbm] won't never sell my soul, when I get back there
And [Ebm] I really wanna _ [Ab] know, where you at, where at
[Bbm] I been moving them out, and stealing with me, then he got the blues in the pouch
Took her to the forest, put the wood in her mouth, bitch don't wear no shoes in my house
The boat that I'm flying in, I never wanna fly again, [B] I take my chances [F] in traffic
She sucking on dick, no [Bbm] hands with it, I just made the rollie plain like a landing strip
I'm a 2020 president candidate, I done put a [Bb] hundred bands on Zimmerman shit
I [Ebm] been moving real gangsta, saw that spot, she pick a critical [Ab] shot
They call me Chris Cole, cause I pop my shit, [Bbm] got it out the mud
There's nothing you can tell me, yeah, [Ebm] when I had a job, South [Ab] Street wealthy
_ Yeah, I [Bbm] had to coop at the lot, calling for a 12-foot swap
Busting all the bells out the box, [Ebm] I just hit a lick with the box
Had to [Ab] put the steak in the box, _ [Bbm] pour up the whole damn seal
I'ma get lazy, [Ebm] I got the mojo deals, people trap it like [Ab] the 80's
[Bbm] She said the nigga sold, got the cash out
Told [Gb] her wipe her nigga _ [Ab] nose, they slash that
I [Bbm] will never sell my soul, and I can beg that
And [Ebm] I really wanna _ [Eb] know, where you at, where at _
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