| T-raww, fuck y’all, money tall, dick large
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| Tiger in my backyard, bitches on my futon
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| Dog house, no dog, shootout, Chris Paul
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| Walkin' on the marble floor, take your fuckin' shoes off
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| Bitch this is fox fur, killin' shit, fuck a hearse
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| I can show you my choppa works
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| She give me head, when my head hurt
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| Deep throat, till the bitch burp
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| Her best friend said let me at 'em (Adam), Cousin Lurch
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| Smokin' on that turf, get your feelings hurt
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| At your neck like a collared shirt, ball like a Nerf
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| Word, more green nigga than smoking pot
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| When I see more, I’m that whore from that little shop
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| Shop, butcher shop, open up your top
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| All you see is gold watch, Rolls Royce, road blocks
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| Sun roof, fogged out, chrome grill, gold mouth
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| Take a fuckin' look around
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| Bitch I’m all you need
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| I say fuck them other niggas
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| Fuck them other niggas
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| Bitch I’m all you need
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| I’m the hottest nigga, all I do is turn up, bitch
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| 500 degrees
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| Thrilla manilla, I buy straight from the dealer
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| I 'm politickin' in Paris, I’m buying statues and pillars
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| All from the Louvre nigga, mosaics from the museum
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| You niggas countin', you bitch is in my DM,
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| I never read 'em, weak bitch probably get seasick
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| On the yacht eat shrimp, see my name on a blimp
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| It read T-Raww's a pimp
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| Nigga I ain’t dancin' but my hand on my hip
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| Full clip, movie shit, Bruce Wayne, Alfred
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| Niggas want a verse, can’t even get an ad-lib
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| I’m killing this shit, and I’m killing your mom
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| Over a set of time, the… are mine
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| I murdered this shit, just takin' my time
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| Got bars, front gate, face shot, blind date
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| Rolex, timepiece, ain’t got no time for no bitch speech
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| 120 that six speed, pull it out that’s all me
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| Just call me T-papi
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| Tunechi over bitches
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| Smokin' Color Purple, blunt fat as Oprah Winfrey
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| I’m the nigga, the nigga, nigga, the nigga, nigga
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| I be snappin', I hope you get the bigger picture
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| I said fuck that nigga that you fuckin'
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| She say that nigga rap, I say he couldn’t (w) rap a mummy
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| But let me pass the weed, and stop passin' judgement
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| Before I have to beat him like a dick he had it comin'
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| Been eating so much pussy, man I’m starting to get chubby
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| Schoolin' motherfuckers, I’m their favorite subject
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| Broomstick in my pants, I’m 'bout to go witch huntin'
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| I’m already loaded, these niggas still bufferin'
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| I fuck my girlfriend and her best friend, these niggas is lesbians
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| Don’t cross me like a pedestrian, I’m getting head watchin' ESPN
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| She holdin' me and carressin' me
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| Don’t hate the player, hate the referee
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| If she F with me, I am definitely a necessity |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 500 Degrees , by - Tyga. Song from the album Hotel California, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп