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[Lil Wayne talking]
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
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