400 Degrees Lyrics – M.C.D.
Singer: M.C.D.
Title: 400 Degrees
You b#tches ain’t ready for the debut album
My homie came and said go and take over malcolm
Now i’m up at the plate, knock the wind right out ’em
Ain’t talkin’ bout me now but imma be highly touted
I’m not gonna lie i’m gettin’ used to being doubted
At this point, i don’t hear i just block out the sound
What you tryna do? leave my #ss with a frown?
Well you can kiss it if you want lemme know if you’re down
I’m doin’ laps around you b#tches keep goin’ around
King of this sh#t, in 20 years get my crown
Stackin’ up tracks like a mound, get my sound up there in the mountains
Map my way to the top and i ain’t ever comin’ down
sh#t is like a battleground
Treat my dogs likе the kings that they are it’s somеthing light like i got ’em from the pound
Thinkin’ back when i was makin’ that pilot
I was like if i drop who the f#cks gonna buy it
In reality, i kinda had it right
Sat up in my room and contemplated every night
Got so much to say but a lot is out of spite
I don’t wanna fight but i gotta then i might
Got a plan to meet all my goats the ones i stan
Make a dozen dirty songs then we all gon’ form a band
Get the juices runnin’ like my name is roxanne
Pull out all the cards but i ain’t ever show my hands
But then again i understand its a lot to demand
Enhance my brand band a big ol’ flock of fans
Man i just need y’all to give me a chance
Or a glance and a click real quick
And if you don’t like it you can deal with the sh#t
Cause i’m like batman and y’all my sidekicks
Got a bite like a pit
Just admit i can spit b#tch
And while you do that, imma
Ride around the city of atlanta
Your man he can try to stop me but it’s like tryna beat alabama
Now can i get a f#ckin’ pause
Or a second to breath
Now imma turn the b#tch up past 400 degrees
Ride around the city of atlanta
Your man he can try to stop me but it’s like tryna beat alabama
Now can i get a f#ckin’ pause
Or a second to breath
Now imma turn the b#tch up past 400 degrees
Second verse for the ones who ain’t listen to the first
You the worst i ever heard
Comin’ up it’s like a curse
Gotta build up from the dirt
And at times it can hurt
When you drop and want it heard
But you never hear a word
People just give you the bird
Stirrin’ up and call a hearse
The doc is on the way i’m not talkin’ ’bout dre
Him and shade made me
Everything you see is a product of the g’s from the d and the c
Throw in a nickle in the water got a wish
Pilot was a 5, call pursuit a slick 9
I’m gonna bind all my studies in one bunch
All my sh#t is hittin’ hard like a gut punch
Tough luck try again at a later date
Call back and just wait for data rates
Im a 10 you a 1, let’s get it straight
But my mind is in a different state, yeah
Ride around the city of atlanta
Your man he can try to stop me but it’s like tryna beat alabama
Now can i get a f#ckin’ pause
Or a second to breath
Now imma turn the b#tch up past 400 degrees
Ride around the city of atlanta
Your man he can try to stop me but it’s like tryna beat alabama
Now can i get a f#ckin’ pause
Or a second to breath
Now imma turn the b#tch up past 400 degrees
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