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Nascent on the beat Real talk Check, hm Don't check for me Unless you got a check for me I love a bad bitch to death But they gon' be the death of me (on god) You know I'm way too hot, hot Turn the heat down to 70 Put the water in the pot, pot Cause imma give you all the tea Black tea with the crumpets Pinky up Oh you next level I seem to be above it I control the numbers like strings on the Muppet Run it up nigga I remember when we used to jig in the function Didn’t take too long for a nigga start pullin out heat in the heat of discussion Had the bullets interrupting Sheesh I want the peace They want a piece So they bring the peace They need to eat SongtexteI need to eat How'd I survive? Who pray for me? Must’ve been my momma and the aunty team Holy water on my head feel like OxiClean Since I was a boy, I done seen everything So don't check for me Unless you got a check for me I love a bad bitch to death But they gon' be the death of me (on god) You know I'm way too hot, hot Turn the heat down to 70 (too hot) Put the water in the pot, pot Cause imma give you all the tea Yeah We was living check to check Tryna stack like a checker's king Made moves like a chess board floor So ain't nobody checkin’ me My silhouette from the 70s, effortlessly Charmed the doll, she tryna check for me I'm in the Czech Republic collecting fees From publishing, on care for me Chicago vernacular check it out My whole city the crib, that's the house Duck, I ever told you 'bout the nigga tried to flex his shoes? He barefoot now Check on the strong People in your phone Few of my homies I ain't seeing no mo’ I ain't even know what my green room fo’ 'Cause as soon as my check come imma be gone Don't pester me I am not a pessimist My flow is like a courtesy flush Meaning I ain't with the extra shit I'm with the chick from Channel 10 Childhood star like Sarah Lynn I learned not to treat her like a therapist Plan dates, checkin’ Michelin restaurants Got the check and tip Don't check for me Unless you got a check for me I love a bad bitch to death (bad bitch) But they gon' be the death of me (on god) You know I'm way too hot, hot (too hot) Turn the heat down to 70 Put the water in the pot, pot Cause imma give you all the tea Aus Songtexte Mania