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WIZ KHALIFA lyrics : "Cabin Fever"

Yeah
Yeaah
thahaha

you ^!$$%s know its the gang or kill yourself right?
yeaah
yup

Red hat black chucks black 501's on
That's your baby momma but her numbers in my iphone
Yea I got a girl but I swear I need a newer (*##$

Let her out the house and I'll be leaving here with your (*##$
I'm flyin in a different city every night
Got everything I ever wanted so this can't be life

Breaking down the weed I'm bout to make a plane
A hundred ^!$$%s with me all reppin taylor gang


Yeaaahahhhh (*##$
Okaaayyyy
yeaah

yup
Lot of ^!$$%s fake but me I'm these hoes faith
Feed her alcohol and leave that (*##$ with no taste

Out of this world need my own space
Back seat and I'm a ride until the chrome break
Big heat will turn your body to a cold case

She don't even make it rain she just throw me face
Got some ^!$$%s quick to bang like they major pain
Told there mom I rep the gang she just say the same


Yeaaaaahhhhh (*##$


Chorus
if you see em point em out
if you see em point em out


theres a bad (*##$ in here
if you see her point her out


theres a bad (*##$ in here
if you see her point her out


yeeeaaahh yupp




You show up to concerts looking like a fan

I pull up in car service looking like the man
Hella reefer smoke a lot of pictures being taken
My (*##$ from Atlanta my weed is Jamaican

I don't talk much too many ^!$$%s hatin
Bout a booty that's my type of conversation
I dropped a little change on these hater frames

Took her car keys and let her played the way
yeaaah..(*##$
Chorus

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