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my heat on a fahrenheit scale 

Huh (yeah)

Mesure my heat?
Back in the streets 
Generate heat 
Will you just stop with the tweet 
Boy LP knows that

Inhale and let my soul lift
The Fahrenheit scale 100 when i'm the one composing
See the police and I'm running till I'm out the open
Infamous composers

at my boiling point, and just dropping down to my knees
That's the Fahrenheit scale, but they get a hundred in Celsius
Tempo right now as well like some

the scale of fahrenheit
Pussy bangs like dynamite
Sippin’ I’m sippin’ I pour up the lean
Trippin’ off pills the lies make me weak
Boy just bow down on one

to hoe for that bong, call you parasite
Snake eyes on me and I don't mean a pair of dice
No scale, pack's Fahrenheit
Seen my brothers fighting demons

Feel like I'm in Arctic Heights
The pain is measured by scales of Fahrenheit
It dropped tonight, you vanished out of sight
I'm standing, wrapped in

Finna blow up like some dynamite
You others are dirty like roaches and termites
My shit so hot like a firefight
Shit off the scale of the Fahrenheit

(we burning twinflames on a pale moonlight
you’re on my lips 162 Fahrenheit
the heat on my body keep me satisfied
can’t live without you like

Mille gradi fahrenheit
Quando mi guarderai in faccia
Parlami di te e tuoi guai
Dimmi che ne avrai abbastanza
Quante foto scatterai
Dentro i tuoi momenti

the streets wit this classic shit
Hit the streets with that hieroglyphics

Introduction to the hieroglyphics got that pyrex vision
Not a libra but my scale seen

Fahrenheit
Cuts intricate from the blade of a paring knife
Precise in the early day
Laid back on the slice, learn the way
Sun of the morn, don the iron shirt

goes on an ocho minus 1, 7
Open the door to your soul find it
I must mention the scale of patience I have for you is immeasurable
I’ll never know what

I've lost my limits at minus thousand by Fahrenheit
By that time you approached the point where you just feel alright
I keep on growing colder as I

Things are glowing hot tonight - 10,000 fucking Fahrenheit.
The blast blows me away, the past is yesterday,
Right now this world's gasping for more -

dopo il flight
Mio frate' è sempre fori dai
Radar anche se sta online
Nella vasca c'ha novanta gradi Fahrenheit
(Ah) e nelle tasche c'ha 'na banca
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