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800 Degrees Lyrics - Artist : Croosh
Hot damn, 800 degrees
I be walking round the town with hundreds in my jeans Hot damn, 800 degrees I'm feeling like the man, feeling cool like a breeze like 8 girls in one night I call that a octopus 10 bands in cash, I prefer my money off the books I don't take advice, I live life how I want World on my shoulders so I dust my shoulders off I-I-I make the money the money don't make me I stick to myself that's what I been on lately Her friend wanna fuck cause she heard I got great D She throwing it back got her doing 180s Look I don't pull bitches, bitch I pull ladies I don't fuck with exes that pussy outdated I cut up a check, throw the rest in the savings I think me and Benjamin Frank are related I look like a check when I walk in the room Wrist on wet like I hopped in the pool She wanna fuck but I'm not in the mood I don't give a shit, ain't dropping a poo Turned down a 10, brought that bitch to a 9 Hoes in my bed like 6 at a time Sipping on red bitch, I'm lit off the wine Thoughts in my head gotta get out my mind Got my plug sending drugs in the Uber I'ma get real high with a cougar Say she wanna kick it, told the hoe buy a scooter I'ma toot one time then I'ma boot her But if the top good I might recruit her Bitch I'm a MAC computer I don't fuck with these cats like I'm neutered Put myself on the map so you can't tell me shit lil bitch I'm Hot damn, 800 degrees I be walking round the town with hundreds in my jeans Hot damn, 800 degrees I'm feeling like the man, feeling cool like a breeze She wanna hop inside of my denims I told her no, she got offended Fish in the sea believe me it's plenty You like my shirt?, Thank you it's fendi All about cream just like a bagel Fuck with my money and shit can get fatal Still independent confusing the labels Don't got no chips then don't sit at my table yeah Hot damn, 800 degrees I be walking round the town with hundreds in my jeans Hot damn, 800 degrees I'm feeling like the man, feeling cool like a breeze like |
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