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lirik lagu alex vince - 98 degrees

[verse 1]:
hop in the motherf~cking whip, catch a ticket, i’m winning lottos
finna double up my drip with the crystals straight outta grottoes
get my cigarillo twisted with greenery dense as thickets
my scenery fence is picket, i’m cheefing in colorado
hear the lighter start to cl!ck in my chevy i’m on the high road, headed southwest
let’s hit the desert, keep an eagle on my hip like we listened to desperado
god going wherever i go, rockin’ hard like carbonados, you should follow
i got big dreams, vintage whip in mint green
ice cream paint job and that’s a hood scoop
hit kazzy for the good loops
get jazzy songs as sweet as sixteen, split seams
scoop my girl and my brodee
pick up that lotus, my flower bomb and you know it
rolling through hills and we coasting, sh~t is spinning like a frisbee
i know i get nostalgic about those times that i was young and risky
get better as i’m aging like a top shelf whiskey
one day just take me back to freestyling in a hoopti
rapping ‘bout wearing gucci
we were barely rocking coogi
nilmilly and squilly dropping the lucy, getting groovy
hitting bitties up to see if i could slide like toosie
shooting toolies with my daddy in the woods
never hide the place i came from, it’s all good
and i’ll be home soon, mama, i told you it’s all good
[hook]:
98 degrees fahrenheit, baby
it’s hot as h~ll out here, we having a good time
and it was 98 degrees
i told my brother that i~
i told my brother that i~

[verse 2]:
catch a wave if i can, i ride the top ’til it break
i crash and dive in the sand, it’s like a slide to the base
rock my diamonds with vans, my keys attached at my waist
your boy been saving his bands, i stash that sh~t in my safe
a couple bottles and grams, couple hours to waste
shut my eyes and woke up and it’s like the season has changed
we banging pots and the pans and then we salting the steak
got some time on our hands, i got a smile on my face
that yellow gold, oth~llo cold, but mellow
my soul like an old fellow, my vision botello bold
pull back the string on the bow like a broken cello
i never know what’s next , but never could seem to settle
the bl~~dy soul of my shoe pressing the pedal, that’s a metal rose
eyes redder than the devil, struck a better pose
my posse has got me, i’m handsome as abercrombie models in 2006
come around with your chick
stitch patches on clothes that i thrift, copping vintage pieces
crucifix flexing my jesus, ain’t stressing the 6 when it be tripled up
a ripple of smoke from the blunt
professing my weakness just made me stronger than keeping it to myself
i ain’t rushing success, i got what’s coming to me
ls i just take ‘em in stride, flip the m on itself
23 ain’t for jordan, that sh~t for phelps
my gold is dripping and i’m keeping my spirit in stealth
and it was 98 degrees

- lirik lagu alex vince

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