400 Degreez lyrics

by

Juvenile


[Verse 1: August Alsina]
See me, I ain't never been no whack n*gga
I never that n*gga, I was in the trap n*gga
I see your girl choosing, I'mma rap with her
If I get to her the crib, it's a wrap n*gga
She called me so I can beat it up
I got your girl hooked, now she can't get enough
I ain't got a legs wide in the back of my truck
Then her ass on the inside when I bust my nut
Oh that's your homie and how you drove
Talking that sh*t, n*gga don't get stoked
b*tch what? I'll bust ya ass up
Don't even go there boy cause I'm ready to mans up

[Hook: August Alsina]
You don't want to f*ck with me

[Verse 2: August Alsina]
Black on black, 150 yeah I copped that
In the front of the club is where I parked at
Hat to the back, snaps in the front
Sipping on Ciroc, puffing on a blunt
n*ggas checking ID, so I gotta get lost
Head to the crib when I get a phone call
Never been the one to brag 'bout the hoes I got
But when I'm finished with that ass, she say this boy hot
[Hook: August Alsina]
You don't want to f*ck with me

If I ain't a hot boy, then what do you call that?
I bet you I'll show them n*ggas this boy hot

[Verse 3: August Alsina]
That's it, I done had enough
n*ggas talking crazy, hot starting to fuss
Boy look, n*gga don't play no games no more
n*gga'll bust ya head if you bang his throat
n*gga please, I'm always strapped
And we can bang bang or rat ta tat tat
And you can lay it down on the ground, face flat
Thinking you a bad boy in this b*tch, chase that
I heard about the cash, that's a nice chain
And for the right price, I'll bust the right brain
All this for a hoe, n*gga so lame
Got you thinking she the one, n*gga trifling
Give me head while we driving down the fast lane
Look back when I hit it from the back mane
Got her bragging to her girls 'bout the di*k game
And when you hit it she be yelling out my name, August

[Hook: August Alsina]
If I ain't a hot boy, then what do you call that?
I bet you I'll show them n*ggas this boy hot
[Verse 3: Lucci Lou]
You see me, I'm getting free sh*t and toss that
New Jaguar, black on black, n*gga I bought that
Called 'em in charge, b*tch I fall back
Tired of going hard, I brought the soft back
Lucci, that's a nice chain
Reach for it, f*ck around and lose your life mane
Like n*ggas do the right thing
I be laying in the box of the choir saying
Let me get the keys to the Audi truck
Wife new sentence, n*ggas daughtered up
New Maccie loving can't a n*gga follow us
Oh these b*tches just mad cause the b*tches swallow us
Boy look, n*gga don't play no games no more
n*gga'll bust your head and still bang your hoe
sh*t, I'm always strapped
Thinking you a bad boy, well n*gga take that

[Hook: August Alsina]
You don't want to f*ck with me
You don't want to f*ck with me
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