a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

august alsina - 400 degreez lyrics

[verse 1: august alsina]
see me, i ain’t never been no whack n-gg-
i never that n-gg-, i was in the trap n-gg-
i see your girl choosing, i’mma rap with her
if i get to her the crib, it’s a wrap n-gg-
she called me so i can beat it up
i got your girl hooked, now she can’t get enough
i ain’t got a legs wide in the back of my truck
then her -ss on the inside when i bust my nut
oh that’s your homie and how you drove
talking that shit, n-gg- don’t get stoked
b-tch what? i’ll bust ya -ss up
don’t even go there boy cause i’m ready to mans up

[hook: august alsina]
you don’t want to f-ck with me

[verse 2: august alsina]
black on black, 150 yeah i copped that
in the front of the club is where i parked at
hat to the back, snaps in the front
sipping on ciroc, puffing on a blunt
n-gg-s checking id, so i gotta get lost
head to the crib when i get a phone call
never been the one to brag ’bout the hoes i got
but when i’m finished with that -ss, she say this boy hot

[hook: august alsina]
you don’t want to f-ck with me

if i ain’t a hot boy, then what do you call that?
i bet you i’ll show them n-gg-s this boy hot

[verse 3: august alsina]
that’s it, i done had enough
n-gg-s talking crazy, hot starting to fuss
boy look, n-gg- don’t play no games no more
n-gg-‘ll bust ya head if you bang his throat
n-gg- please, i’m always strapped
and we can bang bang or rat ta tat tat
and you can lay it down on the ground, face flat
thinking you a bad boy in this b-tch, chase that
i heard about the cash, that’s a nice chain
and for the right price, i’ll bust the right brain
all this for a hoe, n-gg- so lame
got you thinking she the one, n-gg- trifling
give me head while we driving down the fast lane
look back when i hit it from the back mane
got her bragging to her girls ’bout the d-ck game
and when you hit it she be yelling out my name, august

[hook: august alsina]
if i ain’t a hot boy, then what do you call that?
i bet you i’ll show them n-gg-s this boy hot

[verse 3: lucci lou]
you see me, i’m getting free shit and toss that
new jaguar, black on black, n-gg- i bought that
called ’em in charge, b-tch i fall back
tired of going hard, i brought the soft back
lucci, that’s a nice chain
reach for it, f-ck around and lose your life mane
like n-gg-s do the right thing
i be laying in the box of the choir saying
let me get the keys to the audi truck
wife new sentence, n-gg-s daughtered up
new maccie loving can’t a n-gg- follow us
oh these b-tches just mad cause the b-tches swallow us
boy look, n-gg- don’t play no games no more
n-gg-‘ll bust your head and still bang your hoe
shit, i’m always strapped
thinking you a bad boy, well n-gg- take that

[hook: august alsina]
you don’t want to f-ck with me
you don’t want to f-ck with me

- august alsina lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS