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LIL WAYNE lyrics : "500 Degreez"

[Lil Wayne talking]
It's the real %#@!, yeah
500 Degreez this time biotch

Yes sir, you already know

[Lil Wayne verse 1]

You see me? I eat, sleep, %#@!, and talk snaps; so $#&@ rap
Man I got weed, pills, pistols, all crack
(*##$ ^!$$%s where ya hearts at?

Ya'll ain't stuntin' like us
(*##$ ^!$$%s where ya cars at?
They like, "Wayne why the $#&@ 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 %#@! 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 $#&@ with Weezy
You don't want to $#&@ with Weezy


[Lil Wayne]
(*##$ what? I'll bust ya $$# up

Don't even go there round
^!$$%s get your cash up
We probably need to clash up

And %#@! got me 'bout $$# up
They finding ^!$$%s in they %#@! with they $$# 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 ^!$$% 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 $#&@ with Weezy
You don't want to $#&@ 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 (*##$

$#&@ 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 $#&@ 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 $#&@ing roof
You're $#&@ing with a big dog, ^!$$% $#&@ing woof
Mr. S-$#&@ing-Q ? I'm the $#&@ing truth

Three stripes, baby nice, lot of ice $#&@ing ooohf!
That's 500 Degreez!


[Chorus]
You don't want to $#&@ with Weezy
You don't want to $#&@ with Weezy
Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy
Hot, Hot, Hot Boy

(*##$ get your mind right, (*##$ get your mind right

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