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800 degrees - croosh lyrics

[chorus]
hot d*mn, 800 degrees
i be walking round the town with hundreds in my jeans
hot d*mn, 800 degrees
i’m feeling like the man, feeling cool like a breeze like

[verse 1]
8 girls in one night i call that a octopus
10 bands in cash, i prefer my money off the books
i don’t take advice, i live life how i want
world on my shoulders so i dust my shoulders off
i*i*i make the money the money don’t make me
i stick to myself that’s what i been on lately
her friend wanna f*ck cause she heard i got great d
she throwing it back got her doing 180s
look i don’t pull b*tches, b*tch i pull ladies
i don’t f*ck with exes that p*ssy outdated
i cut up a check, throw the rest in the savings
i think me and benjamin frank are related
i look like a check when i walk in the room
wrist on wet like i hopped in the pool
she wanna f*ck but i’m not in the mood
i don’t give a sh*t, ain’t dropping a poo
turned down a 10, brought that b*tch to a 9
hoes in my bed like 6 at a time
sipping on red b*tch, i’m lit off the wine
thoughts in my head gotta get out my mind
got my plug sending drugs in the uber
i’ma get real high with a cougar
say she wanna kick it, told the hoe buy a scooter
i’ma toot one time then i’ma boot her
but if the top good i might recruit her
b*tch i’m a mac computer
i don’t f*ck with these cats like i’m neutered
put myself on the map so you can’t tell me sh*t lil b*tch i’m

[chorus]
hot d*mn, 800 degrees
i be walking round the town with hundreds in my jeans
hot d*mn, 800 degrees
i’m feeling like the man, feeling cool like a breeze

[verse 2]
she wanna hop inside of my denims
i told her no, she got offended
fish in the sea believe me it’s plenty
you like my shirt? thank you it’s fendi
all about cream just like a bagel
f*ck with my money and sh*t can get fatal
still independent confusing the labels
don’t got no chips then don’t sit at my table yeah

[outro]
hot d*mn, 800 degrees
i be walking round the town with hundreds in my jeans
hot d*mn, 800 degrees
i’m feeling like the man, feeling cool like a breeze like

- croosh lyrics

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