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new check - better temperatures lyrics

[intro: bigbabygucci]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
yeah
(d*mn, jakesand)
yeah
ayy, ayy, uh
gucci

[verse 1: bigbabygucci]
new check came in, you know i love addition
sent him to heaven, i call him heaven new addition
i ain’t even say sh*t, them b*tches started kissing
i’m knowing she love it when money only is the mission
i don’t speak to them hoes, nah, know i don’t do no rebound
me and gang stuck in the crib pouring wock’ like it’s free now
said she wasn’t sucking d*ck so i just asked her ass to leave now
say i’m rude but i know your mama always told you [?]
and i know the n*gga scary, why he never come with juicе?
i’ve been sipping so much, think i need a wocky pool
come herе, look me in my eyes, i can tell that n*gga fu’
[?] from the side, we don’t really like to lose
n*gga put that money up, you ain’t really get that cake
you be flexing petty stack, nah i done made that in a day
i can’t even smoke with groupies, always tryna touch my face
said she love to suck my d*ck, i call her 1*800*face
i don’t even see n0body, got a crib right on the lake
my mama told me that she proud of me so f*ck what b*tches say
i got a son now, a n*gga gotta grind for him
should never hit my phone without no money, ain’t got no time for it
pull up on him, bullets flying, yeah you know where i’m scoring
oh you such a funny guy, i turn his ass to martin lawrence
[verse 2: austin skinner]
you ain’t getting money, what the f*ck you gotta lie for?
i be riding with some people i would really die for
[?] that b*tch, i broke her heart and now she wanna cry more
i’ma get that money, count it up, that’s why i’m bored
touch down in virginia, just flew in from atlanta
said she working corporate but she throw it like a dancer
she can’t keep her hands off me, that b*tch don’t got no manners
cut the line of wock’ and then i threw it in the fanta

[verse 3: 30rock]
all my n*ggas [?], nothing else to say
[?] the bay
you ain’t f*cking under me, get that p*ssy out my face
she be tryna suck my d*ck, she don’t care about my race
heard they don’t like me
tryna go too fast in the coupe, she get excited
i be sagging, twenty bands all on me
and that b*tch tryna be my only fan, hit my link
and my n*gga’s diamond ice water, came out the rink
you ain’t talking money, boy you ain’t talking
splat a n*gga brains, colored like we paintballing
you done checked your lil’ stash, boy you ain’t balling
call your b*tch my ho, she love name calling
she go missing, you gon’ think that she awol*ing
second phone ring too much, that’s a stain calling

- better temperatures lyrics

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