Wiz Khalifa Cabin Fever Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah
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

Yeah *****
Okay
Yeah
Yup
Lot of *****s fake but me I give 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 Lil' mom I rep the gang she just say the same

Yeah *****

If you see em point em out
If you see em point em out
There's a bad ***** in here
If you see her point her out
There's a bad ***** in here
If you see her point her out

Yeah yup

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 Wayne
Yeah, *****

If you see em point em out
If you see em point em out
There's a bad ***** in here
If you see her point her out
There's a bad ***** in here
If you see her point her out

Written by: Cameron Thomaz, Lexus Lewis
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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