Fever (Explicit) - Buckshot/fakemink
Lyrics by：Woody Hammer/Tina Tempa
Composed by：Oscar 18/Grimoire
Produced by：oscar18/Grimoire
You know I'm cold but I'm hot I got a fever
I'm puttin' Tris in a Crush two litre
We got yay come fluffy like a bunny
Blood on my Givenchy tee nose runnin'
I'm with Buckshot summertime drivin'
Hot outside so we gotta keep the top off
Up now but you know I still bust shots
High grade they like wait lemme cop some
Swear to God I live in Kate Moss moments
Had it in my hands but I fumble when I hold it
Under city lights movin' outta frame
West Village bitch but she won't stay the same
Bones too sharp skin stays tight
Breath too slow from a long last night
Heart too fast and my chest gets tight
Cryin' out my name with tears in her eyes
Q for the fifty 25 eighth
She cute and she miss me callin' me bae
But I'on got time bitch I'm married to the game
Fast fast life man I'm lovin' this pace
Every leap of faith of fall
Fade away into the curtain call
I found God in the bathroom stall
Forgive my sins pray to Saint Laurent
You know I'm cold but I'm hot I got a fever
I'm puttin' Tris in a Crush two litre
We got yay come fluffy like a bunny
Blood on my Givenchy tee nose runnin'
I'm with Buckshot summertime drivin'
Hot outside so we gotta keep the top off
Up now but you know I still bust shots
High grade they like wait lemme cop some
You know I'm cold but I'm hot I got a fever
I'm puttin' Tris in a Crush two litre
We got yay come fluffy like a bunny
Blood on my Givenchy tee nose runnin'
I'm with Buckshot summertime drivin'
Hot outside so we gotta keep the top off
Up now but you know I still bust shots
High grade they like wait wait wait wait
Good dope no feelings
I'm so high call me the ceiling
Balenciaga bag full of whispers and pills
Dior on the dresser I got blood on the bills
Up down sideways but I'm fallin' backwards
Pop a painkiller Oxycodone wit' a Xanax
I was on the runways I was out in Paris
Now I don't even leave the house I'm embarrassed
You know I'm cold but I'm hot I got a fever
I'm puttin' Tris in a Crush two litre
We got yay come fluffy like a bunny
Blood on my Givenchy tee nose runnin'
I'm with Buckshot summertime drivin'
Hot outside so we gotta keep the top off
Up now but you know I still bust shots
High grade they like wait lemme cop some
Cop some cop some
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