5500 Degrees Lyrics – 42 Dugg
Singer: 42 Dugg
Title: 5500 Degrees
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If I ain’t a young shiner, then what do you call left
F**kin n***as hoes he mad textin’ in all caps
Beef all day, lay a n***a down, we ain’t cap
Over kill drill spin it the building [?]
I’ll be on what I’m on if I ain’t rap
Really was no stressin’ till them members came back, n***a sh*t
Family know we ain’t playin’ no more
Real trapper hit my dope like my hand was [?]
He on Insta with all the smoke but call sayin’ he don’
You get pistol whipped for some petty sh*t, your head be swollen
Yeah, [?]
Make that n***a stand up
Runnin’ around actin tough but you not a boy
Cold b*t*hes looking for them hot boys
50 in the glizzy I run my city
I ain’t stoppin’ sh*t catch me if you can
Just this once [?]
I’m not, I’m not f**kin’ no fan
Ridin’ round wit the top down
55 grams, [?] it’s topside, stop lyin’
I done made it a couple year ago without tryin’
A 60 day stretch without dyin’
Y’all got all that gangster sh*t they don’t accept slidin’
[?] without [?] 25 we ain’t takin no time
Since y’all n***as apes ion mind killin’ monkeys
Step back [?]
White buffs, no ID, slang
Police In the hood [?]
Big 30 on me off a 8 of that drank
B*t*h sayin she in love with who
12 on the ground bout a dub in that [?]
Ima thug wit it too
Promoter called my phone [?]
[?] like a tight in
Get a feature with that n***a 21
Send him back a refund
We the ones ridin’ round with more shots then a bartender
I bet you will get them n***a outta yo block
I bet
Come through show them n***as how you slide
[?] buss down
[?] to make sure that they touchdown
She ain’t been ridin’ wit em when them bullets start flyin’
[?] same color snow if his hip brown
You ain’t got no protein [?] this a brick town
[?] you can’t miss town
N***as really starved till we brought out the [?]
Like I ain’t the one who started this sh*t
Like I’m not making sure them lawyers paying the charges dismissed
I’m shocked but I’ll lift n***a #ss up
Like before the coronavirus, I had them youngins masked up
[?] I pour a 4 inside my cup
You can’t post a Instagram model one of us can f**k
I be in practice i got real skills
None of this sh*t [?]
Tell the owner tell security chill cause none of us gettin’ touched
When I find out where you n***as hide out one y’all gettin [?]
I’m like “Fine” I might come out and vibe but one of y’all getting f**ked
Got the finest car [?] I don’t slow down for much
I got 20 million cash still ain’t near enough
I’m going too crazy, I’m the Wayne of this new generation, n***as fugazi
They can’t f**k with us no type of ways these n***as too lazy
I’m cut from a different type of cloth, I don’t know who raised ’em
Every time I pop out all the women screaming “Woo, baby”
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