Boxing by 47Shawnn Lyrics
[Intro:]
Whore, send me videos. I’m thirsty for you, imma do you up in the bed
[Verse 1: 803 Mando]
Slide with the nine like my name is Rondo
Knock Knock, who’s there?
It’s Mando, he said he pulling up, but I told that boy cuando?
Shawty so fine, I’m trynna hit her from behind bro
Bad bitch, look like Michael Jackson
I feel like Fedex, with the way I live for factions
Smoking good gas, bruh this shit got me relaxing
I ain’t fucking with ya plug, that motherfucker taxing
Baby can you twerk?
I might need a thick thot
You see my body look skinny, but my pockets Rick Ross
And I pull up with the Mac, like my name is Steve Jobs
I was fourteen, hanging out with the street mobs
Knock Knock, who’s there?
[Verse 2: 47Shawnn]
(Fourtyyy)
Never gave a fuck about the bitch
She was slutty
Time to put away the gun, and beat his ass
And leave him bloody
I’m the realest nigga in my city, dressing like a hippie
Pockets fat as fuck, it’s crazy cause a nigga really skinny
Finish eating her pussy, just like a salad
She was valid
The way I’m smoking this gas, my mama think that I’m a addict
But then I got a new Patek, I feel like Uzi on the track, now you can listen to static Elastigirl with all the back
Cause she was mine as fuck
Give her ring like door bell
The way she ride my dick
She should get a Nobel
But I don’t know well, and I don’t like that
And if I smack her on the ass, she throw it right back
I’m forty-seven with it
And, tell ya ex man, that I was moving better with it
And ummm, he can stand on all his money, but to me he still a midget
Whore, send me videos. I’m thirsty for you, imma do you up in the bed
[Verse 1: 803 Mando]
Slide with the nine like my name is Rondo
Knock Knock, who’s there?
It’s Mando, he said he pulling up, but I told that boy cuando?
Shawty so fine, I’m trynna hit her from behind bro
Bad bitch, look like Michael Jackson
I feel like Fedex, with the way I live for factions
Smoking good gas, bruh this shit got me relaxing
I ain’t fucking with ya plug, that motherfucker taxing
Baby can you twerk?
I might need a thick thot
You see my body look skinny, but my pockets Rick Ross
And I pull up with the Mac, like my name is Steve Jobs
I was fourteen, hanging out with the street mobs
Knock Knock, who’s there?
[Verse 2: 47Shawnn]
(Fourtyyy)
Never gave a fuck about the bitch
She was slutty
Time to put away the gun, and beat his ass
And leave him bloody
I’m the realest nigga in my city, dressing like a hippie
Pockets fat as fuck, it’s crazy cause a nigga really skinny
Finish eating her pussy, just like a salad
She was valid
The way I’m smoking this gas, my mama think that I’m a addict
But then I got a new Patek, I feel like Uzi on the track, now you can listen to static Elastigirl with all the back
Cause she was mine as fuck
Give her ring like door bell
The way she ride my dick
She should get a Nobel
But I don’t know well, and I don’t like that
And if I smack her on the ass, she throw it right back
I’m forty-seven with it
And, tell ya ex man, that I was moving better with it
And ummm, he can stand on all his money, but to me he still a midget