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vulture love & kodak black - 1800 degrees lyrics
[chorus]
i’m gettin’ money, so it’s free smoke, gettin’ anybody hit
i love it when she deepthroat, swallow every inch
i’m in florida wearin’ a mink coat, it’s eighty degrees, b_tch
it’s eighty degrees, b_tch, it’s eighty degrees
[verse 1]
i hope i don’t go fed, these sticks came from vietnamese
i want head ‘fore i l!ck, ‘fore i hit it, b_tch, get on your knees
l!ck just snorted a whole eight_ball, b_tch can’t even sneeze
ain’t just gon’ k!ll you, i’ma rip your face off, i’m a d_mn sleaze
torture a n_gga, make him say sorry for no apparent reason
just a few shots make the j hot, sh_t eighty degrees
ain’t got sh_t on but a tank top, it’s ninety degrees
ho, you know what’s up long time ago, why now you wanna leave? (b_tch)
drop the yola in the pot, five hundred degrees
i’ma give my baby sisters and brothers
b_tch, my name bill gates, that’s why i’m about my biz
i’m a motherf_cker, i’ll f_ck your d_mn mother
[chorus]
i’m gettin’ money, so it’s free smoke, get anybody hit
i love it when she deepthroat and swallow every inch
i’m in florida wearin’ a mink coat, it’s eighty degrees, b_tch
it’s eighty degrees, b_tch, it’s eighty degrees
[verse 2]
too hot in this party
and i’m on the molly, bae, go get me some dasani
or i’ma vomit
keep it hot ’round my way (ayy)
i got the city on fire, keep sticks and bricks and glocks in the projects
won’t leave, i’m finna die, too much pressure, they gon’ cross me
look how they take control, man, i must be stopped
i be settin’ n_ggas death dates up, i must be god
in my will, it say k!ll n_ggas still like i’m alive
she on my d_ck, i say, “chill, b_tch, it’s hot”
you need to be mature up here, b_tch, i’m not
make that semi pop, hit him, he went to booty shakin’
in lil’ shawty car, two haitians, one cuban, two jamaicans
in the spotter car, b_tch, b_tches say they ain’t seen two ladies
you heard me mention, b_tch, the tag say mississippi
we gon’ switch it, get it tinted soon as we f_ckin’ steal it
b_tch, it’s flamin’ in the city, boy, you sk!llet
i can tell you ain’t get no chicken, boy, you skinny
[outro]
1800 block (trust), 1800 block, it’s eighty degrees out here (uh_huh)
1800 block, it’s eighty degrees out here
b_tch lookin’ like she can’t even breath over there
if i see an ob, i’ma take him down through it
trappin’ and rappin’ and steppin’ and jackin’ and whackin’ sh_t, d_mn, how i do it?
told my security deion, “let me see your gun, i’m shootin'”
you already know me, boy, i’ma yoke the boy like, “come here,” how i use it
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