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4ourscars – 400 degrees lyrics

[chorus: playboi carti]
money got longer, i feel like uzi, come in with groupies
walk in with groupies, all of these hoes
all thees hoes choosing, i got you b-tch
what (x3)
i feel like uzi money got longer, walk in with groupies
b-tches they shooting, shooting on groupies
how can you do it, you know how im bool
i keep a tool (x2)
you n-gg-s can shoot
shooting for free, shooting for me
count up the bands
running a check up
f-cking a check up
f-cking her head up
money got bigger
i get hte cheddar
diamnds lil ?
n-gg-s some ?
400 degress
im feeling like ?
all in the move
shooting at ooh

[verse 1: 4ourscars}

dont know what the buiness
run up the digits
flexin no fitness
sh-ttin on n-gg-s i feel like a piegeon
f-cked her in different postions
got c-ke in the kitchen
yo b-tch doing dishes
she taste delicsous
the neighbors suspicious
turned into snitches
eneded up in the ditches

so many b-tches i cannot choose
hit the b-tch once p-ss her to the crew
100 round clip turn his -ss to beef stew
this ain’t cambles you get canned to
you might die soon
diamnds on wirst they gliss like ooh

yeah i keep a tool
i bool i cool
f-cking you b-tch she wet liek a pool
play with that p-ssy play pick a boo
you can’t pick and choose
you is a lil fool

demons inside me they can’t take my flow
smoking on dope slowly burning my soul
run up a check
sippion on act came from the trap
catch me with a tool
in istanbul that’s where i cool

- 4ourscars lyrics

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