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rubi rose - better temperatures lyrics

[chorus: bigbabygucci]
(why these drugs got me feelin’ stiff?)
don’t think i will have a trip again
shoutout to them hoes i never miss
d*mn, i’m so high, don’t think i exist (hahaha)
it’s so many famous hoes i wanna hit
d*mn, you n*ggas better not make me rich

[verse 1: bigbabygucci]
(rubi rose, i tell her she can do a split)
someone tell mulatto i got numbers she can hit
(when i get more paper, i’ma slide on jayda wayda)
my name on her titties, tryna f*ck on chinese kitty, uh
(i want yung miami but i heard she f*ck with diddy), uh
know i’m too d*mn young but n*gga, y’all all so f*ckin’ pretty, uh
(i want coi leray, i know her p*ssy game too litty), uh
i want m.i.a., i’m finna wish for her like timmy
(sza so d*mn bad, i give hеr everything that’s in me)
(shoutout to thеm hoes i never miss)
(i’m so high, i don’t think i exist)
i told her, “do not tell me who you hit”
don’t you know that ignorance is bliss?
(i got a list of famous hoes i wanna hit)
uh, swear you n*ggas better not make me rich
a hundred blues, i cannot ever scratch that itch
swear you n*ggas better not make me rich
[verse 2: orlando merci]
i been dreamin’ ’bout kehlani and her body
i want gle [?] all the options
pass that model stripper, hoes around us, it’s like stockton
and i swear i had a chance with megan [?]
rico so d*mn nasty, she just told me that it’s mine
tatted saweetie name up on my neck, i got a lil’ shrine
shoes, they comin’ early, got this b*tch from finish line
the ocean [?], sh*t, a n*gga d*mn near died

[verse 3: yesterday]
uh, uh, i need to mariah the scientist to mix my lean
tell her get realer, i ain’t no f*ck n*gga, she can put me on the team
i need paris and lori and london
tell halle berry, “pull up to the function”
i know i might be way too young but i’m tryna see you strip or sum’, uh
model b*tches, they come my way
i might fight uzi for jt
(need the b*tches like lisaraye)
pull up and come finish me

[verse 4: austin skinner]
told that b*tch, “wait”
countin’ money, put that b*tch in the safe
i need a b*tch like riri, we wake up and we smoke on that dope
i got a b*tch and she look like beyoncé, she finna pull up and stroke
i got a b*tch like meagan good, she good at movin’ the dope
i got a b*tch like ronda rousey, pull up, hit you in the throat
i’m on a boat, teanna trump, b*tch, let me hit on the low
[chorus: bigbabygucci]
(why these drugs got me feelin’ stiff?)
don’t think i will have a trip again
shoutout to them hoes i never miss
d*mn, i’m so high, don’t think i exist
it’s so many famous hoes i wanna hit
d*mn, you n*ggas better not make me rich

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