500 Degreez - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | 500 Degreez - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Lil Wayne |
| Album | 500 Degreez |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Carter, Thomas | |
| 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? | |
| [Chorus] | |
| 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 | |
| [Chorus] | |
| 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! | |
| [Chorus] | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Carter, Thomas | |
| 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? | |
| Chorus | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| 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. SFuckingQ I' m the fucking truth | |
| Three stripes, baby nice, lot of ice fucking ooohf! | |
| That' s 500 Degreez! | |
| Chorus | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Carter, Thomas | |
| 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? | |
| Chorus | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| 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. SFuckingQ I' m the fucking truth | |
| Three stripes, baby nice, lot of ice fucking ooohf! | |
| That' s 500 Degreez! | |
| Chorus | |
| 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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