400 Degreez lyrics

Artist  : Juvenile 
Song : 400 Degreez



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(Robotic Voice) : 400 degreez

Verse
1:
Ya see me I eat sleep shit and talk
rap
Ya seen that 98 mercedes on t.v. I bought
that
I had some felony charges I fought
that
Been sent to no return but still was
bought back
Nigga threw some slangs at me
woodie I caught that
I punished them lil
bitches before they can car jack
Now I'm
lookin for they family and pile up the war
bat
If I aint a hotboy 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 mercy gettin' dunked
on
Ride top down so we let the trucks
pause
In the jepp ridin' four deep
I booted
up at these nigga claimin' they know
me

[Chorus] (Robotic Voice)
You don't
want to fuck wit me
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz
Hot,
Hot, Hot Boyz (repeat 2x)

Verse
2

Bitch what I'll bust yo ass up
Don't
even go there woodie cuz I'm ready to mas up
I
heard about the money thats some nice
change
For the right price I'll bust the right
frame
Why 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
triffling
Nigga might survive if he bout that
right flame
Whats up that'll stop a nigga from
playin'
Sumin 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
hoe
Attitude adjustments we all need
Don't
call 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

(Chorus)

Alright stop it cuz I
done had enough
When it comes to my partners
I'm ready to bust
Baby let me get the keys to
the roover truck
Man let me get this beef shit
over bro
Aint no bit this year I'm from the
'nolia bro
Whats yo beef plan cuz it was told
to us
How I'ma be runnin' with these killas
and backin' down
How I'ma look in front of my
people, like a clown
The G code what we live
by and we die by
The book is what we will
never abide by
Niggas drive by, gettin
loose
Keep'em with each other like a checker
board in use
Come in compton or the watts
nigga
Up in New York ya keep'em open watch
nigga
Foe ya played by a hit or
retalion
All fine young black females
stallions
Give me the keys to ya car and ya
medallion
You far away from ya home yous a
alien

(Chorus)