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to your mother (Love for your mother)
My love is not undercover
(My love is not undercover)
It's hot like 80 degrees
This life just isn't a breeze
(It isn't

Turn up da heat
Smoking snoop that's OG
Dis 93 
Fill it up with gasoline 
Turn up da heat 
Talkin' 500 degrees 
Odor is mean 
Ain't no sticks & ain't

study the body nobody particular
Girls set up appointments the process is natural I call it ventricular 
She come to my office I hit her at 90 degrees

Bitch she unique like Princess Jas
She hot with degrees, Megan The Stallion 
When I drop the dick off she get to bragging 
My style he bit off, no I don't

that’s 500 degrees (Yuh!)
Cheese, Cheese
Cheese (Aha), Cheese
Cheese (Nigga!), Cheese (Ouuu)
Cheese (Cheese)
Cheese, Cheese (Cheese), that’s 500 degrees

Natives with Arrows automatics fileros 
Rez to the cerro drummin' on moose hide 
Vibration the most high Great Mystery multi
360 Degrees sacred fire

degrees
You got that fire
And you're killing me with desire
Do you wanna get hot tonight
Turn it up for me
One eighty degrees
Got a face so heavenly
With

Paper chasing never stop
Tell me what it's gonna' be 
Got a flow on lock
Getting money, you know me
Bet we climbing the top, it's hot 100 degrees

Open a fresh lemonade
80 Degrees it's a pool day
Hang with my bros no school today
It's a party we live today
Open a fresh lemonade
80 Degrees it's

Bitch throwing brain like a guillotine
Dance on that bit like Billie Jean
Blowing on fire one hundred degrees
We not the same please don't stand next

Everytime I leave, You know she call'n Me baxk
Against The World, or on the wall
She know I keep her intact
To fuxk with Me, She need Degrees
I'm hot

I drag on these hoes
Yeah I do what I please
Drip is high fashion
It's made overseas
Shorty so hot
I can't count the degrees
30 In the tec my shooter

No jo jo, no jo jo jo jo joke
Some people jealous of me
Because I spit hella degrees
But I'ma I'ma I'ma do me
Yeah, that's all I can be
Some people

Ain't do it for her
Ain't do it for you
I did it for me
We been heating up, 300 hundred degrees
And I been up this ain't no dream
Let everybody know,

it i want it i want it in three
He bought me the G I like pricey things
Fucking with me I turn up like degrees
You niggas know me Ain't no need

ain't fine nah that bih look just like me
Bad boy not a sad boy
Pop a perc and peace
I'm too hot like 206 degrees
Pack it up, pack it up, pack it up
Pack

street cleaning machine
It's the meanest thing that I've ever seen
Six degrees of trying to be sweet
And the only one running faster than the junkies is me

Why you staring you better fix your face
I keep trucking along 96 degrees until the sun is all gone and
I put my shoulder to the wheel
You can't hold me

(Yeah)
(Shlatt)
(Let's get it)
(Yeah)
This shit like 80 degrees
Shorty she made for the streets
Yeah she got eyes on the bag
(Bag)
Babygirl keep it

left by the roadside, think twice before asking for cosigns
If you can't fool twice, you won't get to 3
World's getting smaller than six degrees
Don't

Fuck with my niggas
Still a loner

Check the degrees
Because my heart is gettin colder
Watch out for time
Because i'm only getting older

Got good

Thighs and knees
Ice me
Properly
Thinkin I might cut my sleeves
It's juvenile
400 degrees
It's juvenile
400 degrees

Ima hot boy
Be easy
Andale with

the girl Went did
In my frame dam guess she Couldn't Go fit
Was a pisces Guess she Was the Wrong fish
Ima be real heart Was heated 40 Degrees Yeh she gave Me

just put her on a lease
Bitch is runnin wild, you should put her on a leash
Ten thousand degrees
Melt you to your knees
Its ten thousand degrees
Its ten