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    Lil' Wayne »

    Lil' Wayne 500 Degreez текст песни

    500 Degreez

    [Lil Wayne talking]
    It’s the real shit, yeah
    500 Degreez this time biotch
    Yes sir, you already know

    [Lil Wayne verse 1]
    You see me? I eat, sleep, shit, and talk snaps; so fuck rap
    Man I got weed, pills, pistols, all crack
    Bitch niggas where ya hearts at?
    Ya’ll ain’t stuntin’ like us
    Bitch niggas where ya cars at?
    They like, "Wayne why the fuck you dressed in all black?"
    I’m about to bring CMR back
    And all the lames, we done lost that
    And all we got is Weezy, Weezy, and Lil’ Weezy to fall back
    I’m about to lock it from the summer to the fall and back
    "Its Weezy baby!" The ballers back
    And the wheels on my car you got all of that
    Stop playing, I’ve been balling jack
    You don’t want my glock spraying – I hit all them cats
    You don’t want my stomach ache — I shit on them cats
    I get all them gats – Fresh and B it’s all a rap!
    If I’m the only Hot Boy what do you call that?

    You don’t want to fuck with Weezy
    You don’t want to fuck with Weezy

    [Lil Wayne]
    Bitch what? I’ll bust ya ass up
    Don’t even go there round
    Niggas get your cash up
    We probably need to clash up
    And shit got me ’bout ass up
    They finding niggas in they shit with they ass up
    It ain’t October 31st but we gone mask up – and guess what
    And I heard they got a nice chain
    And for the right price I’ll bust the right brain
    And mommy hot cause pull up in that white thang
    Yo nigga might be fly but I still get trifling
    Riding through the city just me and my friend
    Friday night special, professional tight aim
    A gangsta is who you hearing
    Me in my building with 20 bricks in the ceiling
    I’m more real than, I got more scrill than
    Got more skill than them there
    I’m a Cash Money Millionaire

    You don’t want to fuck with Weezy
    You don’t want to fuck with Weezy
    Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
    Hot, Hot, Hot Boy

    [Lil Wayne]
    Baby let me get the keys to the rover
    No, let me get the keys to the house in Eastover
    So I can throw a 500 Degreez platinum party
    Than the after party
    Me and my Squad stomping in this bitch
    Fuck a bachelor party
    Don’t go to rapper parties – I’m no rapper man
    But when the homies come home we throw a monster jam
    And all my people tote chrome – we some monsters man
    We gone mob to the promise land
    I bought big – I’m a Tymer man
    Son of a Stunna – still a girl fuck with a hustler!
    Weezy keep it gutter for ya Baby Bubba
    Baby blue Mercedes Coupe – Got it bullet proof
    Make me shoot my 80 duke at your fucking roof
    You’re fucking with a big dog, nigga fucking woof
    Mr. S-Fucking-Q – I’m the fucking truth
    Three stripes, baby nice, lot of ice fucking ooohf!
    That’s 500 Degreez!

    You don’t want to fuck with Weezy
    You don’t want to fuck with Weezy
    Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
    Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
    Bitch get your mind right, Bitch get your mind right

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