Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 500 Degreez, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song 500 Degreez, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
500 Degreez |
| It’s the real shit, yeah |
| 500 Degreez this time biotch |
| Yes sir, you already know |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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, then the after party |
| Me and my Squad stomping in this bitch, fuck a Kappa 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, maybe Nikes, 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 |