Lyrics 48 DEGREES (feat. IXHII, L U N A & CG) - Comar

Aye
Walked in with a couple hundred steppers
Walked out with some brand new Margielas
Walked in got the women on my leather
Walked out with your girl don't be jealous yeah
I'm flying overseas, 48 degrees
Not talking about the heat
I'm steading stacking PHD
She ask me what I'm packing
And I tell her PHD
Just printed all this money
Know the bands are HD

I just got these Nike's on a discount
Bitch step back
I'll have a junkie rob you
Good luck getting all your shit back
I just walked in the club
Stop asking where the pills at
Tell em same place Yung Pilot left his stems at
Check The Stats, you a known fumbler
Fuck a double cup I'm sipping wokky out the tumbler
PHD in my pants, she want it near her jugular
48 degrees what you'd see on that thermometer
Met a girl in London hit my nut then told her cheerio
Riding with that big ass I had to visit physio
My cousin masked up when he spin like Rey Mysterio
I ain't wait for nothing, not in Vienna man
Fuck I look like? Billy Joel?

Walked in with a couple hundred steppers
Walked out with some brand new Margielas
Walked in got the women on my leather
Walked out with your girl don't be jealous yeah
I'm flying overseas, 48 degrees
Not talking about the heat
I'm steading stacking PHD
She ask me what I'm packing
And I tell her PHD
Just printed all this money
Know the bands are HD

With the weed call me prime cause it's all sparks
I'm fucking any bitch don't need no hall pass
Yeah I make it sticky icky like some corn starch
Told her lick it lower yeah
She know where the balls start
I fell in love with a porn star
I fell in love with a porn star
Bad bitch all alone at the club
That's a bucket
I'm shooting just like
Curry in the corner
She ain't disappointed
CEO of giving pleasure
My girl a CFO that I appointed
Ain't no other reason why
I'm waking in the morning
Continental brekkie being made
While I be snoring

Walked in with a couple hundred steppers
Walked out with some brand new Margielas
Walked in got the women on my leather
Walked out with your girl don't be jealous yeah
I'm flying overseas, 48 degrees
Not talking about the heat
I'm steading stacking PHD
She ask me what I'm packing
And I tell her PHD
Just printed all this money
Know the bands are HD

I turn the Gladdy into Hodern
Then I'm smoking Eric Foreman's
Flight Academy supported
Until L U N A an informant
Behind the wheel on Henny
Aye shoutout the homie Leggy
IXHII in the passenger
The car curve like Messi
Bitch wait
Cracker with the cheese
She wanna put me on a spread plate
Fuck sleep cause the bread never napping
She give my Willy shakes, fear the fore playing tragic

I ran it up for FA 101 but bitch I'm back in
Play some CG 'round your girl i know she tapped in
She took the metro to me
She don't trust you now you past tense
Double life I'm living
Bitch I'm starting to feel like Batman
48 degrees I put the window down the heat out
Old heads hate me shut the fuck up bitch you senile
Maison Margiella like Gian with my feet out
Ten on my pendant depending on who 'round
Damn
Damn
Paparazzi steady movin like they stans
Baby get my good side imma watch the way I stand
Flight acad' just landed with an entourage and band