Letra de 1800 Degrees - Vulture Love & Kodak Black

(Feat. Kodak Black)

I'm gettin' money, so it's free smoke, gettin' anybody hit

I love it when she deepthroat, swallow every inch

I'm in Florida wearin' a mink coat, it's eighty degrees, bitch

It's eighty degrees, bitch, it's eighty degrees

I hope I don't go fed, these sticks came from Vietnamese

I want head 'fore I lick, 'fore I hit it, bitch, get on your knees

Lick just snorted a whole eight-ball, bitch can't even sneeze

Ain't just gon' kill you, I'ma rip your face off, I'm a damn sleaze

Torture a nigga, make him say sorry for no apparent reason

Just a few shots make the J hot, shit eighty degrees

Ain't got shit on but a tank top, it's ninety degrees

Ho, you know what's up long time ago, why now you wanna leave? (Bitch)

Drop the yola in the pot, five hundred degrees

I'ma give my baby sisters and brothers

Bitch, my name Bill Gates, that's why I'm about my biz

I'm a motherfucker, I'll fuck your damn mother

I'm gettin' money, so it's free smoke, get anybody hit

I love it when she deepthroat and swallow every inch

I'm in Florida wearin' a mink coat, it's eighty degrees, bitch

It's eighty degrees, bitch, it's eighty degrees

Too hot in this party

And I'm on the molly, bae, go get me some Dasani

Or I'ma vomit

Keep it hot 'round my way (Ayy)

I got the city on fire, keep sticks and bricks and Glocks in the projects

Won't leave, I'm finna die, too much pressure, they gon' cross me

Look how they take control, man, I must be stopped

I be settin' niggas death dates up, I must be God

In my will, it say kill niggas still like I'm alive

She on my dick, I say, "Chill, bitch, it's hot"

You need to be mature up here, bitch, I'm not

Make that semi pop, hit him, he went to booty shakin'

In lil' shawty car, two Haitians, one Cuban, two Jamaicans

In the spotter car, bitch, bitches say they ain't seen two ladies

You heard me mention, bitch, the tag say Mississippi

We gon' switch it, get it tinted soon as we fuckin' steal it

Bitch, it's flamin' in the city, boy, you skillet

I can tell you ain't get no chicken, boy, you skinny

1800 Block (Trust), 1800 Block, it's eighty degrees out here (Uh-huh)

1800 Block, it's eighty degrees out here

Bitch lookin' like she can't even breath over there

If I see an OB, I'ma take him down through it

Trappin' and rappin' and steppin' and jackin' and whackin' shit, damn, how I do it?

Told my security Deion, "Let me see your gun, I'm shootin'"

You already know me, boy, I'ma yoke the boy like, "Come here," how I use it

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