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letra de 5000 degrees - crimeapple & big ghost ltd

[intro]
woah
smoking dope and this sh-t’s f-cking hot, boy (five-hundred degrees and sh-t)
yeah-yeah (wooh)
woah

[verse 1]
really fed blocks like caterin’ (yup)
for paper, the line between love and hate is paper thin (woah)
sh-t on my chain swing, my neck feel pain from it (uh-ah)
got me thinking, “trinket ain’t really the right name for this” (mm)
used to duck officer menezes
now i do a tour in texas, get low for a few meses (unos meses)
gotta thank god, i worthy enough for blessings
got women friends in london, all the way out to laureles (ay-yay-yay)
used intuition to get the message
let a diamond form from pressure, i been finessin’ (i been finessin’)
yeah, i’m n0body, and that equates to perfection (woah)
’cause n0body is perfect, they celebratin’ my presence (woah)
i remember times, they would easily overlook at first (aha)
i was stressed out at my job, boy, home-cookin’ work (aha)
ex girlfriend not supportive, sayin’ it wouldn’t work
now your favourite rapper’s hittin’ crime for a hook or verse
nah

[chorus]
woah, can i help you? (h-llo?)
sorry to inform you that none of my plans fell through (woah)
guess you corny, ’cause none the fans felt you (woah)
five-hundred degrees in this beach, i can melt you (tss)
woah, can i help you? (h-llo?)
sorry to inform you that none of my plans fell through (nah)
guess you corny, ’cause none the fans felt you
five-hundred degrees in this beach, i can melt you (yeah-yeah, woah, look)
[verse 2]
had to hustle hard when all of y’all was non believers (i did)
i never spent a dime on me before i got the re-up (i never did that)
from a lineage that smoke you like a caja china
parce mi (bow), i’m drinking aguardiente like aquafina (woah)
sippin’ ron caldas with a mala in la sala (mi niño le)
i nicknamed her alba cuca calva (ay)
your mad cuerdo, panda, no había nada (nada)
ora y camarones, y langosta e la pasta (woah)
¿que te pasta? you ain’t even in mi clasa
usted si mantenían in su casa, fumando draga (smoking that bullsh-t)
i’m in medellín case semana (cae s-m-na)
take your compact disc and chuck it out the tanah
palabra, the unf-ckwithable (yup)
last rapper dissed me had nunchucks, pitiful (hah)
why even end your sh-t if i pity you? (nah, it’s good)
plus, the other guy on the song’s the one they wanna listen to (ah)

[chorus]
woah, can i help you? (h-llo?)
sorry to inform you that none of my plans fell through (uh)
guess you corny, ’cause none the fans felt you (wuh)
five-hundred degrees in this beach, i can melt you (uh, tss)
woah, can i help you? (h-llo?)
sorry to inform you that none of my plans fell through (woah)
guess you corny, ’cause none the fans felt you (woah)
five-hundred degrees in this beach, i can melt you

- crimeapple big ghost ltd

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