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48 degrees - blacc zacc 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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