In Da Box Lyrics SEAN GARRETT

In Da Box Lyrics SEAN GARRETT

Can you compare money? Not not really though
Yeah you want my shawty, can’t can’t get her though
Bra-bra-brag about how big yo house is, patio
Ask yo girl what we did (we just smashed on the radio)

[Chorus: x2]
She like to call me ba-by, ba-by, ba-by, ba-by
Baby when I got her in the box
She like to wrap her legs (her legs) her legs (her legs)
Her legs (her legs) her legs (her legs)
Her legs around my neck and keep em’ locked

[Verse 1: Sean Garrett]
Just got to Miami, touchdown from the Grammys
First stop king of diamonds, h-h-hope them bitches ready
If I pull up in that no top, g-gave them all a headache
Tell her that I need that 1738 and I need that in a hurry
Shawty flirtin while she workin,
Tryna convince me to get behind them curtains
She said the word is that I make that paper fly like Michael Jordan
I said well, you know
Freethrow, multi, zeros, gotta make sure all the girls eat though
But she mad (but she mad) cause she know,
I got (I got) I got (I got) a girl (a girl) at home
She don’t she don’t she don’t care, all she says is get up here
She got you nigga that ain’t fair, I want you to be mine

[Chorus: x2]
She like to call me ba-by, ba-by, ba-by, ba-by
Baby when I got her in the box
She like to wrap her legs (her legs) her legs (her legs)
Her legs (her legs) her legs (her legs)
Her legs around my neck and keep em’ locked

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I’m accustomed to custom, cussin’ at customers
Treat my whips like my sneakers, once I scuff em it’s nothing
I get money in bundles, hustles for scoops in the summer
I’m-I’m-I’m makin’ her wet, so she makin’ a puddle
She resembles a model sexy and slender as Tyra
I should set you on fire sweatin’ ya name and ya number
She got a mean walk, I let my cream talk
Penthouse suite, jack and the beanstalk
Swear she’s a dime piece, nothing but Vickys on
Two pinky rings, trick it like I’m Nicky Barnes
Might blow a hundred racks, fuck up two hundred thou’
Put you on yo feet the Bentley just to roll around (roll around)
Members only, I’m talkin’ baller status
LeBron numbers, cribs in Atlanta to Dallas
Back to the 305, kissin’ starin’ in my eyes
It’s time to tat my name inside ya inner thigh

[Chorus: x2]
She like to call me ba-by, ba-by, ba-by, ba-by
Baby when I got her in the box
She like to wrap her legs (her legs) her legs (her legs)
Her legs (her legs) her legs (her legs)
Her legs around my neck and keep em’ locked

[Verse 3: Sean Garrett]
She call me her baby, I like to call her squirter
She do things them things that v-v-virgins ain’t never heard of
She no, sh-she no scream my name unless I hurt her
Yeah for my RNB nigga, but in the box she call me murder
I like to call her Jackie O (O) presidential on me
Give her a little 1738 she’ll get down and do it for me
Ain’t never gotta worry bout shootin’ off cause she gon’ shoot it for me
She take that pistol from me, c-c-cock it like she own me

[Chorus: x2]
She like to call me ba-by, ba-by, ba-by, ba-by
Baby when I got her in the box
She like to wrap her legs (her legs) her legs (her legs)
Her legs (her legs) her legs (her legs)
Her legs around my neck and keep em’ locked

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