Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - 500 Degreez

rate me

[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, 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 fuck 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 shit 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 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 that round

Niggas get your cash up

We probably need to clash up

This shit got me 'bout to 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

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 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

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 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 barkin' with a big dog, nigga fucking roof

Mr. S-Fucking-Q - I'm the fucking truth

Three stripes, baby nice, lot of ice bucket ooohf!

That's 500 Degreez!

[Chorus]

You don't want to fuck with Weezy

You don't want to fuck with Weezy

500..500..500..500..Degreez

Bitch get your mind right, Bitch get your mind right,Bitch get your mind right

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