400 Degreez Lyrics
| Song | 400 Degreez |
| Artist | Juvenile |
| Album | 400 Degreez |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gray, Thomas | |
| (robotic voice)：400 degreez | |
| Verse 1： | |
| Ya see me i eat sleep shit and talk rap | |
| Ya seen that 98 mercedes on t.v. i bought that | |
| I had some felony charges i fought that | |
| Been sent to no return but still was bought back | |
| Nigga threw some slangs at me woodie i caught that | |
| I punished them lil bitches before they can car jack | |
| Now i'm lookin for they family and pile up the war bat | |
| If i aint a hotboy then what do you call that | |
| Nigga disrespect me i'ma be in all black | |
| Companied by some niggas bout killin' and all that | |
| Me cory and mercy gettin' dunked on | |
| Ride top down so we let the trucks pause | |
| In the jepp ridin' four deep | |
| I booted up at these nigga claimin' they know me | |
| [chorus] (robotic voice) | |
| You don't want to fuck wit me | |
| Hot, hot, hot boyz | |
| Hot, hot, hot boyz (repeat 2x) | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Bitch what i'll bust yo ass up | |
| Don't even go there woodie cuz i'm ready to mas up | |
| I heard about the money thats some nice change | |
| For the right price i'll bust the right frame | |
| Why must a nigga try i can't do the right thing | |
| Only god knows what the future might bring | |
| Nigga might be shot, nigga might be triffling | |
| Nigga might survive if he bout that right flame | |
| Whats up that'll stop a nigga from playin' | |
| Sumin like a chopper or a grenade in his hand | |
| Boy look nigga don't play no games no mo | |
| Nigga'll bust ya head if you bang his hoe | |
| Attitude adjustments we all need | |
| Don't call the enforcements nigga call me | |
| I bet cha i'll get them niggas off yo block | |
| I bet cha i'll show them niggas this boy hot | |
| (chorus) | |
| Alright stop it cuz i done had enough | |
| When it comes to my partners i'm ready to bust | |
| Baby let me get the keys to the roover truck | |
| Man let me get this beef shit over bro | |
| Aint no bit this year i'm from the 'nolia bro | |
| Whats yo beef plan cuz it was told to us | |
| How i'ma be runnin' with these killas and backin' down | |
| How i'ma look in front of my people, like a clown | |
| The g code what we live by and we die by | |
| The book is what we will never abide by | |
| Niggas drive by, gettin loose | |
| Keep'em with each other like a checker board in use | |
| Come in compton or the watts nigga | |
| Up in new york ya keep'em open watch nigga | |
| Foe ya played by a hit or retalion | |
| All fine young black females stallions | |
| Give me the keys to ya car and ya medallion | |
| You far away from ya home yous a alien | |
| (chorus) |
| zuo ci : Gray, Thomas | |
| robotic voice: 400 degreez | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Ya see me i eat sleep shit and talk rap | |
| Ya seen that 98 mercedes on t. v. i bought that | |
| I had some felony charges i fought that | |
| Been sent to no return but still was bought back | |
| Nigga threw some slangs at me woodie i caught that | |
| I punished them lil bitches before they can car jack | |
| Now i' m lookin for they family and pile up the war bat | |
| If i aint a hotboy then what do you call that | |
| Nigga disrespect me i' ma be in all black | |
| Companied by some niggas bout killin' and all that | |
| Me cory and mercy gettin' dunked on | |
| Ride top down so we let the trucks pause | |
| In the jepp ridin' four deep | |
| I booted up at these nigga claimin' they know me | |
| chorus robotic voice | |
| You don' t want to fuck wit me | |
| Hot, hot, hot boyz | |
| Hot, hot, hot boyz repeat 2x | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Bitch what i' ll bust yo ass up | |
| Don' t even go there woodie cuz i' m ready to mas up | |
| I heard about the money thats some nice change | |
| For the right price i' ll bust the right frame | |
| Why must a nigga try i can' t do the right thing | |
| Only god knows what the future might bring | |
| Nigga might be shot, nigga might be triffling | |
| Nigga might survive if he bout that right flame | |
| Whats up that' ll stop a nigga from playin' | |
| Sumin like a chopper or a grenade in his hand | |
| Boy look nigga don' t play no games no mo | |
| Nigga' ll bust ya head if you bang his hoe | |
| Attitude adjustments we all need | |
| Don' t call the enforcements nigga call me | |
| I bet cha i' ll get them niggas off yo block | |
| I bet cha i' ll show them niggas this boy hot | |
| chorus | |
| Alright stop it cuz i done had enough | |
| When it comes to my partners i' m ready to bust | |
| Baby let me get the keys to the roover truck | |
| Man let me get this beef shit over bro | |
| Aint no bit this year i' m from the ' nolia bro | |
| Whats yo beef plan cuz it was told to us | |
| How i' ma be runnin' with these killas and backin' down | |
| How i' ma look in front of my people, like a clown | |
| The g code what we live by and we die by | |
| The book is what we will never abide by | |
| Niggas drive by, gettin loose | |
| Keep' em with each other like a checker board in use | |
| Come in compton or the watts nigga | |
| Up in new york ya keep' em open watch nigga | |
| Foe ya played by a hit or retalion | |
| All fine young black females stallions | |
| Give me the keys to ya car and ya medallion | |
| You far away from ya home yous a alien | |
| chorus |
| zuò cí : Gray, Thomas | |
| robotic voice: 400 degreez | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Ya see me i eat sleep shit and talk rap | |
| Ya seen that 98 mercedes on t. v. i bought that | |
| I had some felony charges i fought that | |
| Been sent to no return but still was bought back | |
| Nigga threw some slangs at me woodie i caught that | |
| I punished them lil bitches before they can car jack | |
| Now i' m lookin for they family and pile up the war bat | |
| If i aint a hotboy then what do you call that | |
| Nigga disrespect me i' ma be in all black | |
| Companied by some niggas bout killin' and all that | |
| Me cory and mercy gettin' dunked on | |
| Ride top down so we let the trucks pause | |
| In the jepp ridin' four deep | |
| I booted up at these nigga claimin' they know me | |
| chorus robotic voice | |
| You don' t want to fuck wit me | |
| Hot, hot, hot boyz | |
| Hot, hot, hot boyz repeat 2x | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Bitch what i' ll bust yo ass up | |
| Don' t even go there woodie cuz i' m ready to mas up | |
| I heard about the money thats some nice change | |
| For the right price i' ll bust the right frame | |
| Why must a nigga try i can' t do the right thing | |
| Only god knows what the future might bring | |
| Nigga might be shot, nigga might be triffling | |
| Nigga might survive if he bout that right flame | |
| Whats up that' ll stop a nigga from playin' | |
| Sumin like a chopper or a grenade in his hand | |
| Boy look nigga don' t play no games no mo | |
| Nigga' ll bust ya head if you bang his hoe | |
| Attitude adjustments we all need | |
| Don' t call the enforcements nigga call me | |
| I bet cha i' ll get them niggas off yo block | |
| I bet cha i' ll show them niggas this boy hot | |
| chorus | |
| Alright stop it cuz i done had enough | |
| When it comes to my partners i' m ready to bust | |
| Baby let me get the keys to the roover truck | |
| Man let me get this beef shit over bro | |
| Aint no bit this year i' m from the ' nolia bro | |
| Whats yo beef plan cuz it was told to us | |
| How i' ma be runnin' with these killas and backin' down | |
| How i' ma look in front of my people, like a clown | |
| The g code what we live by and we die by | |
| The book is what we will never abide by | |
| Niggas drive by, gettin loose | |
| Keep' em with each other like a checker board in use | |
| Come in compton or the watts nigga | |
| Up in new york ya keep' em open watch nigga | |
| Foe ya played by a hit or retalion | |
| All fine young black females stallions | |
| Give me the keys to ya car and ya medallion | |
| You far away from ya home yous a alien | |
| chorus |
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