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[Lil Wayne talking]It's the real shit, yeah500 Degreez this time biotchYes sir, you already know[Lil Wayne verse 1]You see me? I eat, sleep, shit, and talk snaps; so fuck rapMan I got weed, pills, pistols, all crackBitch niggas where ya hearts at?Ya'll ain't stuntin' like usBitch niggas where ya cars at?They like, "Wayne why the fuck you dressed in all black?"I'm about to bring CMR backAnd all the lames, we done lost thatAnd all we got is Weezy, Weezy, and Lil' Weezy to fall backI'm about to lock it from the summer to the fall and back"Its Weezy baby!" The ballers backAnd the wheels on my car you got all of thatStop playing, I've been balling jackYou don't want my glock spraying – I hit all them catsYou don't want my stomach ache - I shit on them catsI get all them gats – Fresh and B it's all a rap!If I'm the only Hot Boy what do you call that?[Chorus]You don't want to fuck with WeezyYou don't want to fuck with Weezy[Lil Wayne]Bitch what? I'll bust ya ass upDon't even go there roundNiggas get your cash upWe probably need to clash upAnd shit got me 'bout ass upThey finding niggas in they shit with they ass upIt ain't October 31st but we gone mask up – and guess whatAnd I heard they got a nice chainAnd for the right price I'll bust the right brainAnd mommy hot cause pull up in that white thangYo nigga might be fly but I still get triflingRiding through the city just me and my friendFriday night special, professional tight aimA gangsta is who you hearingMe in my building with 20 bricks in the ceilingI'm more real than, I got more scrill thanGot more skill than them thereI'm a Cash Money Millionaire[Chorus]You don't want to fuck with WeezyYou don't want to fuck with WeezyHot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot BoyHot, Hot, Hot Boy[Lil Wayne]Baby let me get the keys to the roverNo, let me get the keys to the house in EastoverSo I can throw a 500 Degreez platinum partyThan the after partyMe and my Squad stomping in this bitchFuck a bachelor partyDon't go to rapper parties – I'm no rapper manBut when the homies come home we throw a monster jamAnd all my people tote chrome – we some monsters manWe gone mob to the promise landI bought big – I'm a Tymer manSon of a Stunna – still a girl fuck with a hustler!Weezy keep it gutter for ya Baby BubbaBaby blue Mercedes Coupe – Got it bullet proofMake me shoot my 80 duke at your fucking roofYou're fucking with a big dog, nigga fucking woofMr. S-Fucking-Q – I'm the fucking truthThree stripes, baby nice, lot of ice fucking ooohf!That's 500 Degreez![Chorus]You don't want to fuck with WeezyYou don't want to fuck with WeezyHot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot BoyHot, Hot, Hot BoyBitch get your mind right, Bitch get your mind rightmore free lyrics