Temp Check lyrics
by Lay Bankz
[Chorus]
Temp check, I got b*tches hot (I got b*tches hot)
They in debt, I'm what b*tches not (I'm what b*tches not)
Thirty inches hanging past my twat (Yes)
I been that, in case you hoes forgot (In case you hoes forgot, I'm that b*tch)
[Verse 1]
I make hoes sick (Sick)
I'm a cold b*tch (Ice)
Diamonds on me shivering (Yeah)
My wrist on zone six (What?)
Put that sh*t on head to toe
I love a thorough fit (Love a thorough fit)
Pop out with the steppers
All my n*ggas tote blicks (Buh, buh, buh)
b*tches be internet, no I ain't into that
I just went foreign the f*ck is my ceiling at? (Skrt)
Coulda went tessy, but, no I ain't feeling that
n*ggas be talking to talk, I ain't hearin' that (Huh?)
Every timе I pop out, it's a body
You could tell I'm on a killing spree (You could tell 'em I'm)
You could ask thе b*tches, they agree
Talkin' down but lookin' up to me (Lookin' up to me)
b*tches be mad that I'm litter than them (Ah)
Hoes on my di*k 'cause I'm richer than them (Ah)
sh*t, this sh*t getting bigger than them (Ah)
sh*t, we don't even listen to them (sh*t)
b*tches must think it's a race to take my place
I got her sick in the face (Sick in the face)
b*tch, better pump her brace 'fore I catch a case
I'm grabbin' hoes by they lace (Buh, buh, buh)
[Chorus]
Temp check, I got b*tches hot (I got b*tches hot)
They in debt, I'm what b*tches not (I'm what b*tches not)
Thirty inches hanging past my twat (Yes)
I been that, in case you hoes forgot (Hahaha, yuh)
[Verse 2]
Acrylic nails hold up my titties
I'm the only b*tch runnin' my city (Exactly)
If you say that it’s up, get with me (Get with me)
They be cappin' in they raps no kizzy (What?)
So I temp check, Fenty my lip gloss from RiRi, it been wet
These hoes be has-beens and have-beens
I been that, that's a fact (That's a fact)
When you see me in person, it's fat (And it's real)
And I know I'm the talk of they chat (What?)
When I pull up, I go to the back (Skrt)
Gotta one up on b*tches, I'm three and 0 (Three and 0)
Throwin' shade on her tweets, I ain't see it though (What you say?)
In my DM, fanned out but I peep it though (Huh?)
I got options so it's hard to keep a hoe (Yuh)
The body is tea, they swallowin' me
They all on my di*k but they copying me
It’s clear she a fan I mean obviously
They slept on a b*tch now they tired of me?
I ain't goin' back and forth with gimmicks
Honestly you b*tches is a joke
I sh*t and b*tches start to get offended
And I ain't even had to do the most
b*tch, the f*ck? (Hahaha)
[Chorus]
Temp check, I got b*tches hot (I got b*tches hot)
They in debt, I'm what b*tches not (I'm what b*tches not)
Thirty inches hanging past my twat (Yes)
I been that, in case you hoes forgot
[Outro]
Temp check (Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh)
Temp check
Temp check (Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh)
Temp check, I got b*tches hot
Keep that