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500 degrees lyrics (ft. lil wayne) – tyga


[verse 1: tyga]
t-raww, f-ck y’all, money tall, d-ck large
tiger in my backyard, b-tches on my futon
dog house, no dog, shootout, chris paul
walkin’ on the marble floor, take your f-ckin’ shoes off
b-tch this is fox fur, killin’ sh-t, f-ck a he-rs-
i can show you my choppa works
she give me head, when my head hurt
deep throat, till the b-tch burp
her best friend said let me at ’em (adam), cousin lurch
smokin’ on that turf, get your feelings hurt
at your neck like a collared shirt, ball like a nerf
word, more green n-gg- than smoking pot
when i see more, i’m that wh-r- from that little shop
shop, butcher shop, open up your top
all you see is gold watch, rolls royce, road blocks
sun roof, fogged out, chrome grill, gold mouth
take a f-ckin’ look around

[hook: tyga x2]
b-tch i’m all you need
i say f-ck them other n-gg-s
f-ck them other n-gg-s
b-tch i’m all you need
i’m the hottest n-gg-, all i do is turn up, b-tch
500 degrees

[verse 2: tyga]
thrilla manilla, i buy straight from the dealer
i ‘m politickin’ in paris, i’m buying statues and pillars
all from the louvre n-gg-, mosaics from the museum
you n-gg-s countin’, you b-tch is in my dm,
i never read ’em, weak b-tch probably get seasick
on the yacht eat shrimp, see my name on a blimp
it read t-raww’s a pimp
n-gg- i ain’t dancin’ but my hand on my hip
full clip, movie sh-t, bruce wayne, alfred
n-gg-s want a verse, can’t even get an ad-lib
i’m killing this sh-t, and i’m killing your mom
over a set of time, the… are mine
i murdered this sh-t, just takin’ my time
got bars, front gate, face shot, blind date
rolex, timepiece, ain’t got no time for no b-tch speech
120 that six speed, pull it out that’s all me
just call me t-papi

[hook: tyga x2]

[verse 3: lil wayne]
tunechi over b-tches
smokin’ color purple, blunt fat as oprah winfrey
i’m the n-gg-, the n-gg-, n-gg-, the n-gg-, n-gg-
i be snappin’, i hope you get the bigger picture
i said f-ck that n-gg- that you f-ckin’
she say that n-gg- rap, i say he couldn’t (w)rap a mummy
but let me p-ss the weed, and stop p-ssin’ judgement
before i have to beat him like a d-ck he had it comin’
been eating so much p-ssy, man i’m starting to get chubby
schoolin’ motherf-ckers, i’m their favorite subject
broomstick in my pants, i’m ’bout to go witch huntin’
i’m already loaded, these n-gg-s still bufferin’
i f-ck my girlfriend and her best friend, these n-gg-s is lesbians
don’t cross me like a pedestrian, i’m getting head watchin’ espn
she holdin’ me and carressin’ me
don’t hate the player, hate the referee
if she f with me, i am definitely a necessity

[hook: tyga x2]

/ ft lil wayne tyga lyrics