Tuesday, August 24, 2021

Roddy Ricch - The Box - [Piano Tutorial] (Synthesia) (Download MIDI + PDF Scores)





🎤  Lyrics:
Pullin' out the coupe at the lot Told 'em fuck 12, fuck SWAT Bustin' all the bells out the box I just hit a lick with the box Had to put the stick in a box, mmh Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy I got the mojo-deals, we been trappin' like the '80s She sucked a nigga soul, gotta Cash App Told 'em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that And I really wanna know, where you at, at? I was out back, where the stash at? Cruise the city in a bulletproof Cadillac (skrrt) 'Cause I know these niggas after where the bag at (yeah) Gotta move smarter, gotta move harder Niggas try to get me for my water I'll lay his ass down on my son, or my daughter I had the Draco with me, Dwayne Carter Lotta niggas out here playin', ain't ballin' I done out my whole arm in the rim, Vince Carter (yeah) And I know probably get a key for the quarter Shawty barely seen in double C's, I bought 'em Got a bitch that's looking like Aaliyah, she a model I got the pink slip, all my whips is key-less Compton, I'm about to get the key to the city Patek like the sea, forgive me Pullin' out the coupe at the lot Told 'em fuck 12, fuck SWAT Bustin' all the bells out the box I just hit a lick with the box Had to put the stick in a box, mmh Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy I got the mojo deals, we been trappin' like the '80s She sucked that nigga soul, gotta Cash App Told 'em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that And I really wanna know, where you at, at? Ha-ha-ha, I been movin' 'em out If Steelo with me, then he got the blues in the pouch (yeah) Took her to the forrest, put wood in her mouth Bitch don't wear no shoes in my house The private I'm flyin' in, I never wanna fly again I'll take my chances in traffic (yeah) She suckin' on dick, no hands with it I just made the Rollie plain like a landing-strip I'm a 2020 president candidate I done put a hundred bands on Zimmerman, shit I been movin' real gangsta', so that's why she pick a Crip Shawty call me Crisco, 'cause I pop my shit Got it out the mud, there's nothin' you can tell me, yeah When I had the drugs, I was street-wealthy, yeah Pullin' out the coupe at the lot Told 'em fuck 12, fuck SWAT Bustin' all the bells out the box I just hit a lick with the box Had to put the stick in a box, mmh Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy I got the mojo deals, we been trappin' like the '80s She sucked a nigga soul, gotta Cash App Told 'em wipe a nigga nose, say slatt, slatt I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that And I really wanna know, where you at, at?

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