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[**feat. Sundae & T-Nutty:]

I keep my temperature at 74 when I'm in the crib
And 79 in the winter time, thats just how I live
But when the homies call n say lets hit the town, when we do them haters frown,
Nigga turn the heat down
I know we skip the line, n bitches think we fine
I know you feelin' drunk n tough, but you best recline
You don't wanna get stained
It's pain in this lane
I'mma check they temperature, they all up in my mix mane
Whuttup? Suckas! Aint no lookin back! I just wanna know, whut'chu niggas lookin at?

I just come to kick it with the bitches, I aint come for you
If you really want it, yeah my homies got a gun or too
I take on every one of you,
Whut'chu wanna do
Don't forget I got this whole club on my side, trippin is dumb'a you
Stop, everybody, whuts that sound?
It sound like a haters bout to get the beat down
With the quick. N why they wanna go n get me pissed,
When they know I'm with me clique 'n a real nigga like mitch he's slick
On this Hennessy, sprite n lemon, fuck these niggas, invite the women
Bustas wanna insight the grimin, now ya gatta invite the crimin-als
Don't gimmie that bullshit, nigga dont gimmie no looks
Ya better get over the shit, a veterin knowin'll pathetic n let up fuckin ya hit me up cuz
So ya better snap ya fangers
And then rrock with it
'Cuz if ya chops spit it
I'mma let somethin hot hit it
'Bout a hundred somethin, he looked like he wanted somethin
Remey had him beefy, now he look like a honey bun or somethin'

AYE why they always gatta trip wit'cha
I'm mindin' my bidness, now I gatta check yo temperature
AYE, playa hater may ya (?)
Make me lose it if ya heated when I check ya temperature
AYE Now I ain't come to play games
So why ya gatta go 'n make me check ya temperature mane
AYE N I guess we all gonn' bang, if ya heated when I check ya temperature mane