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blacc zacc – 48 degrees lyrics

[intro]
(i mix nation for real)
(oh lord, jetson made another one)
woah, woah
woah, woah
woah, woah
woah (ayy+ayy+ayy)

[chorus]
yeah, the cup dirty, but them whips clean
and my b+tch bad, but d+mn, that b+tch mean
count a hundred grand, and it’s all green
all this f+ckin’ ice, feel like fourty+eight degrees
yeah, the cup dirty, but them whips clean
yeah, my b+tch bad, but d+mn, that b+tch mean
count a hundred grand, and it’s all green
all this f+ckin’ ice, feel like fourty+eight degrees

[verse 1]
ayy, what you thought, n+gga?
this a million dollar n+gga in a loft, n+gga
trap n+gga, you can tell from how i talk, n+gga
rich n+gga, you can tell from how i walk, n+gga
f+ck what you thought, n+gga
i don’t do no fakin’, [?] might send a brick to achin’, n+gga
what’s the occasion, n+gga? i dress up, i ain’t no basic n+gga
f+ck you thankin’, n+gga, i got the blood shakin’, n+gga
me and c+cky got two b+tches in here naked, n+gga
ayy, where the lean at?
i’m a d+mn fiend
brought a h+llcat, and it’s slime green (skrrt, slime+slime)
got a college b+tch, i swear her brain mean
i want no model b+tch, i need a trap queen
[chorus]
yeah, the cup dirty, but them whips clean
and my b+tch bad, but d+mn, that b+tch mean
count a hundred grand, and it’s all green
all this f+ckin’ ice, feel like fourty+eight degrees
yeah, the cup dirty, but them whips clean
yeah, my b+tch bad, but d+mn, that b+tch mean
count a hundred grand, and it’s all green
all this f+ckin’ ice, feel like fourty+eight degrees

[verse 2]
i like my cup dirty
i’m in traffic with that pack, so b+tch, i’m ridin’ dirty
you might like your b+tch just classy, i like mine dirty
and i keep that curry on me, that’s a whole .30
b+tch, a dirty+dirty
let’s get it crackin’, n+gga, i’m in the streets, what’s happenin’, n+gga?
rap with my passion, n+gga, i came up off of trappin’, n+gga
check out my fashion, n+gga, might dress up like st. patrick, n+gga
pour a four, pull up in a ghost like casper, n+gga
ayy, where the lean at? i want codeine
got a bad b+tch, but d+mn, that b+tch mean
no consieted b+tch, she don’t stunt her thing
but she can eat a d+ck (eat it), that’s her favorite thing

- blacc zacc lyrics

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