400 Degrees lyrics

400 Degrees lyrics

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Send "400 Degrees" Ringtone to your Cell Electronic Voice) 400 degreez... Ya` see me, I eat, sleep, shit, and talk rap, You see that `98 Mercedes on TV, I bought that, I had some felony charges, I fought that, Been sent to no return, but still was ball back, Nigga threw some slangs at me, Whodi, I caught that, I punished them lil` bitches before they get car jack, Now I`m lookin` for they family and padnuh`s to war back, If I ain`t a Hot Boy, 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 Mer-C, gettin` ducked off, Ride top down, so we let the trucks pause, In the Jeep, ridin` four deep, I booted up at these niggas claimin` they know me. Huh? (Hook) (Electronic Voice) You don`t want to fuck with me.... You don`t want to fuck with me.... Hot Boyz, Hot Boyz... Bitch, what? I`ll bust ya` ass up, Don`t even go there, Whodi, cause I`m ready to mask up, I heard about the money, that`s some nice change... For the right price, I`ll bust the right brain... If 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 tri-flamed... Nigga might survive, if he bout that right flame... With somethin` that`ll stop a nigga from playin, Somethin` 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 ho.. Attitude adjustments, do y`all need, Don`t call in 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... (Hook) (Electronic Voice) You don`t want to fuck with me.... Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy,... Alright stop it, cause I done had enough, When it comes to my pockets, I`m ready to bust, Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover truck, Man, let me get this beef shit over, brah. Ain`t no bitches here, I`m from the `Nolia, brah. Bust yo` beef`s head, is what was told to us. How I`ma be runnin` with these killa`s and backin` down, How I`ma look in front of my people, like a clown, The G-Code is what we live by and we die by, The book is what we will never abide by, Niggas drive by, gettin loose, Beefin` with each other like a checker board in use, Up in Compton or the Watts, nigga.. Up in New York, ya keep`em open watch nigga.. Fo` ya`ll played by a hit or retalion, All fine young black females stallions, Give me the keys to yo` car and ya medallion, You far away from ya home, you`s a alien (alien)... (Hook) (Electronic Voice) Seeeee..... You don`t want to fuck with me.... (Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy,) You don`t want to fuck with me.... (Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy,) You don`t want to fuck with me.... Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, (You don`t want to fuck with me.... with me....) (Electronic Voice) 400 Degreez... 400 Degreez... 400 Degreez Send " 400 Degrees" Ringtone to your Cell 400 Degrees lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | 400 Degrees lyrics @ ELyrics | 400 Degrees lyrics @ Kovideo | Juvenile Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | 400 Degrees lyrics @ Songlyrics | 400 Degrees lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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