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don trip & pif - pho hunnid degrees كلمات الأغنية

[intro: pif]
(dtdakidd)
(beat those drums)
ayy, ayy
let’s do this
four hundred degrees
ayy, ayy, ayy
four hundred degrees

[verse 1: pif]
spot an opp, that’s a headshot, yeah
and i dare a n_gga touch a dreadlock, yeah, yeah
where i’m from, we don’t do leg shots, rraow, rraow
rush you to the med doc, yeah
i’m fly as f_ck on fed watch, timer’s up, dead clock
you b_tches actin’ scared now, go’n and tuck your tail now
i’m givin’ you b_tches h_ll now, they say i’m h_llbound (woo)
make a n_gga pay up, if he don’t weigh up, break the scale out
chopper like a snare on drumline, f_cked off, cross that gun line (rraow, rraow)
young n_gga headshot one time, n_gga get gunned down sun up to sun down
and a f_ck n_gga say that we beefin’, i don’t believe him, it ain’t secret
i don’t get mad, b_tch, i get even, won’t catch me slow, slippin’, or sleepin’
got the heart of a lion, the eye of the eagle, my mama a pimp, my daddy deceased
totin’, no tuckin’, flinchin’, i’m uppin’, if sh_t get ugly, you comin’ for me
you n_ggas can’t f_ck with a picture of me
d_mn, you cheap, i’m playin’ for keeps
makin’ it hot, hope you stand the heat
i’m cold as ice and four hundred degrees, b_tch
[verse 2: don trip]
yeah, i got a gun when i’m sleep
just in case i need to dump on a chump in my dreams
product of parkway village, it wasn’t no walk in the park, we was runnin’ the streets
mama ain’t know we was servin’ ’em, maybe she did and she really ain’t wanna believe
i’ma keep givin’ ’em h_ll, they tell me it’s better to give than it is to receive
my n_ggas servin’ life, all that time in the cage for servin’ white
don’t we deserve a slice? we tryna get us some bread like jersey mike’s
he want a feature from me, start second guessin’ the second he heard the price
he know revenge is sweet, i heard it taste even better when served with ice
we all know life ain’t fair, if you lookin’ for fair, then you better go hop in a cab
plannin’ on stoppin’ my cash, you step right up, come get a colostomy bag
i like to get the money, imagine if n_ggas wasn’t tryin’ to block my path
now i got rich_n_gga problems, compared to your broke_n_gga problems, it’s not so bad
f_ck all that hooplah
came with the stick, call shots like a pool shark
me and my goombas
slide on a n_gga like we learned to moonwalk
i check my comment section, it’s filled with hatin’_ass n_ggas that underachieve
my dope sells itself, i’m back like cooked crack and four hundred degrees

[outro: don trip & pif]
long live pif
four hundred degrees
ayy, ayy, ayy (dtdakidd)
my dope sells itself, i’m back like cooked crack and four hundred degrees (beat those drums)

- don trip pif

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