letra de {no authority} **500 degrees** - widowtheactivist
[chorus]
i got all these diamond’s
hunnid’ on my neck b-tch
i just blew a check b-tch (blew a check, blew a check)
woah, and i tote a smith & wesson
pull up with a glock teach that lil’ boy a lesson (teach that boy a lil’ lesson)
aye, yeah, why they cap on me?, yeah
i might pour the lean, yeah
500 degrees, yeah (500)
and yo’ b-tch she up on me, yeah
tryna suck on me yeah, tryna f-ck on me yeah (tryna f-ck, tryna f-ck)
i got all these diamond’s
hunnid’ on my neck b-tch
i just blew a check b-tch (blew a check, blew a check)
woah, and i tote a smith & wеsson
pull up with a glock teach that lil’ boy a lesson (teach that boy a lil’ lеsson)
aye, yeah, why they cap on me?, yeah
i might pour the lean, yeah
500 degrees, yeah (500)
and yo’ b-tch she up on me, yeah
tryna suck on me yeah, tryna f-ck on me yeah (tryna f-ck, tryna f-ck)
[verse]
i’m the chrome heart don
ran up to the spot, and now he laying on the lawn
never number two b-tch, always number one
and i’m rocking all these trues b-tch, all the f-ckin’ time
and i feel like sosa, yeah (feel like sosa, yeah)
man i feel like sosa, yeah (man i feel like sosa, yeah)
young n-gga glo’d up, yeah (young n-gga glo’d up, yeah)
young n-gga glo’d up, yeah (young n-gga glo’d up, yeah)
young n-gga growin’ up, yeah (young n-gga growin’ up, yeah)
young n-gga keep a pole, yeah (young n-gga keep a pole, yeah)
and i used to wanna ride 24s, yeah
now a young n-gga ballin’ mose’ malone, yeah
used to sleep on the motherf-ckin’ floor, yeah
now i got all these hoes in my phone, yeah
bad b-tch, drop it low, yeah
he a bum, he be playin’ with his nose, yeah
[chorus]
i got all these diamond’s
hunnid’ on my neck b-tch
i just blew a check b-tch (blew a check, blew a check)
woah, and i tote a smith & wesson
pull up with a glock teach that lil’ boy a lesson (teach that boy a lil’ lesson)
aye, yeah, why they cap on me?, yeah
i might pour the lean, yeah
500 degrees, yeah (500)
and yo’ b-tch she up on me, yeah
tryna suck on me yeah, tryna f-ck on me yeah (tryna f-ck, tryna f-ck)
i got all these diamond’s
hunnid’ on my neck b-tch
i just blew a check b-tch (blew a check, blew a check)
woah, and i tote a smith & wesson
pull up with a glock teach that lil’ boy a lesson (teach that boy a lil’ lesson)
aye, yeah, why they cap on me?, yeah
i might pour the lean, yeah
500 degrees, yeah (500)
and yo’ b-tch she up on me, yeah
tryna suck on me yeah, tryna f-ck on me yeah (tryna f-ck, tryna f-ck)
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