Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mailbox, artist - Dawin. Album song Memory Card, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 05.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Artcade
Song language: English
Mailbox |
| I already know what they want from me |
| If it ain’t a favor it’s my company |
| Y’all the same shit, I’m another breed |
| I’ma help myself and my family, yeah, yeah |
| all the pics I posted on the gram |
| I was on rodeo popping hella bands |
| They ask me how you do that, how you got it down? |
| self-made, don’t you understand? |
| This shit used to be fairytale-talk |
| But now I got a lotta checks in my mailbox |
| Boy, your girl says she love my alpha male talk |
| And I’ma ship my mixtape to her mailbox, yuh |
| Self-made, self-paid, all I do is upgrade |
| Work, work, work, work, I can’t get enough cake |
| Took the benzo to the dealer and I got my upgrade |
| Mailbox full of checks, need to mention upstate |
| Self-made, self-paid, all I do is upgrade |
| Work, work, work, work, I can’t get enough cake |
| Took the benzo to the dealer and I got my upgrade |
| Mailbox full of checks, need to mention upstate |
| I was told I wouldn’t ever make it big |
| But fuck a status and those in the clique |
| I found a quiet place where I could talk my shit |
| And I spoke to existence how I wanna live |
| I look at my phone and it’s |
| Phonies hit me up and I don’t reply |
| Some of y’all are looking very clout-deprived |
| Well it’s a cloudy day, thanks for stopping by |
| This shit used to be fairytale-talk |
| But now I got a lotta checks in my mailbox |
| Boy, your girl says she love my alpha male talk |
| And I’ma ship my mixtape to her mailbox, yuh |
| Self-made, self-paid, all I do is upgrade |
| Work, work, work, work, I can’t get enough cake |
| Took the benzo to the dealer and I got my upgrade |
| Mailbox full of checks, need to mention upstate |
| Self-made, self-paid, all I do is upgrade |
| Work, work, work, work, I can’t get enough cake |
| Took the benzo to the dealer and I got my upgrade |
| Mailbox full of checks, need to mention upstate |
| All this drip I got was made in Italy |
| I went from the mud to the luxury |
| I could never do none of this shit for free |
| 'Cause who was gonna cover all this property? |
| I’m a storyteller with a lotta bars |
| Told your wifey stories in one of my cars |
| Some shit ain’t forever, yeah, that’s kinda hard |
| If my babe was a body I’m a bodyguard |
| This shit used to be fairytale-talk |
| But now I got a lotta checks in my mailbox |
| Boy, your girl says she love my alpha male talk |
| And I’ma ship my mixtape to her mailbox, yuh |
| Self-made, self-paid, all I do is upgrade |
| Work, work, work, work, I can’t get enough cake |
| Took the benzo to the dealer and I got my upgrade |
| Mailbox full of checks, need to mention upstate |
| Self-made, self-paid, all I do is upgrade |
| Work, work, work, work, I can’t get enough cake |
| Took the benzo to the dealer and I got my upgrade |
| Mailbox full of checks, need to mention upstate |