400 years, 400 years, 400 years Of the same philosophy 400 years, 400 years, 400 years And the people, they still can't see Why do they fight against
Girl your workin' with some ass, yeah You bad, yeah Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah His last, yeah Hoes frown when you pass, yeah They mad, yeah You
(Hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy) (Hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy) You don't want to fuck with me, with me 400 Degreez 400 Degreez 400 Degreez
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Cash money slangin' nine nigga Off top playboy H.B's and the B.G.'s What's happenin' little B.G. bring it to these niggas When I got that iron in my
should stop thinkin' about you that way The signing of this mock simulation Plots a course towards some clarification It's a keenly realized fabrication Comin' from your radio station But I'll be running 400
skeleton me. skeleton you. is there only one in this world for you? and at night, i wonder where you are. i stay up to watch the bones break. everytime
I sent you four hundred bucks So you could buy some car I love you so much I didn't get too far For four hundred bucks You were sweet that day I guess
It's World War III where I'ma be with two stars Better tighten up your act, you bout to get loose, fool Move all your valuables 'Cuz them boyz at your
Man what's up playboy? I know you love these diamonds Nigga, how you luv that? All that stuntin' and frontin' It's all about them diamonds boy Nigga
I want me a mill to see just how it feel No worries 'bout no bills, negotiating deals Buy me some shit, stuntin' in this bitch 20's be on hit, everything
I'm charging six hundred for some bigger hoes You do business with me, you coming back to get more My shit is fire 'cause it's jogging back to twenty-
G So I be gippin' 'em, they would do the same to me Niggas ain't no family, shit is all a game to me But nobody gone handle me, 400 degreez Tottin' guns
You better run for it, run for it, run Run for it, run for it, run Run for it, run for it, run You been known for fuckin' it up, ha Them bad-ass 20's
Let's say I'm in a room with a bitch and the hoe don't wanna fuck Like a man I'ma beat my meat and get my fuckin' nut Fo' sho she gonna be drove then
Why, why, why, why, why, why Why, why? Cash money, Rich Niggaz, look Loud pipes, big rims, nigga, that's my life As I pull up at the club, sorry, that
