500 Degreez Lyrics - Lil Wayne

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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 xxxx rap
Man I got weed, pills, pistols, or 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 xxxx you dressed in all black?"
I'm 'bout to bring CMR back
And all the lames, we done lost that
Now all we got is Weezy, Weezy, and Lil' Weezy to fall back
I'm 'bout to lock it from the summer to the fall and back
"Its Weezy baby!" The boy is back
And the wheels on my car you got a order 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 xxxx on them cats
I get on them cats -
Fresh and B it's all a rap!
If I'm the only Hot Boy then what do you call that?

[Chorus]
You don't want to xxxx with Weezy
You don't want to xxxx with Weezy

[Lil Wayne]
Bitch what? I'll bust ya xxx up
Don't even go that round
Niggas get your cash up
We probably need to clash up
This xxxx got me 'bout to xxx up
They finding niggas in they xxxx with they xxx up
It ain't October 31st but we gone mask up - and guess what
Aye..you know I heard they got some nice chains
And for the right price I'll bust the right brain
And mommy hot cause I pull up in that white thang
Oh but ya nigga might be fly but I still get trifling
Riding through the city just me and my flame
Friday night special, professional tight thang
A gangsta is who you hearing
I'm 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,bitch

[Chorus]
You don't want to xxxx with Weezy
You don't want to xxxx 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
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 ball big - I'm a Tymer man
Son of a Stunna - steady girl xxxx 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 xxxxxxx roof
You're barkin' with a big dog, nigga xxxxxxx roof
Mr. S-Fucking-Q - I'm the xxxxxxx truth
Three stripes, baby nice, lot of ice bucket ooohf!
That's 500 Degreez!

[Chorus]
You don't want to xxxx with Weezy
You don't want to xxxx with Weezy
500..500..500..500..Degreez
Bitch get your mind right, xxxxx get your mind right,Bitch get your mind right

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