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I m throwing up, they like it
i m that guy
She said hit it boy with no paddle, ask that chick what she thinkin
That s a fever every time, come over girl, speck choes they fly
That hundo percent, where you been
She said hit it boy with no paddle, it just might be that fever, rich early fuck stress
Get you over them ex choes, can t come close to a kid like me
Let me feel your head, it just might be that fever
She want to ri-ride with no saddle, they like it
Rich early fuck stress, get you over them ex choes
it just might be that fever
they like it
Keep that flame on with no candle, spit her that game
Moved out of that neighborhood but i ain t changing the name, my team the on-deck circle man we next up
that hundo percent
Not normally like this but that fever make me an asshole, nobody put they hands down it s a holdup
Low key i m chamberlain, yeah that s fine Fever, let me feel your head
Nobody put they hands down it s a holdup, my team the on-deck circle man we next up Fever, she want to ri-ride with no saddle
Two of them make one of me, but you can get it front row, it just might be that fever
I ma leave my boys with your friends, can t come close to a kid like me
don t ask choes
Nobody put they hands down it s a holdup, it just might be that fever Packy, i m throwing up
Get you over them ex choes, she want to ri-ride with no saddle Packy, i m doing something right i ain t changin a thing
i m hella hot
That s my shit, don t ask choes
get a little hit of ass
get a little hit of ass
Come over girl, low key i m platinum if these records ever get sold
i m messed up
forget what that five hundo meant
spit her that game
I ve been known to get faded off of wine, i got that fever Fever, spit her that game
Got the rap game on that utter shit, i m milking it with no cattle Packy, nobody put they hands down it s a holdup
got next choes on my mind
I ma leave my boys with your friends, low key i m platinum if these records ever get sold, i m doing something right i ain t changin a thing
Bit of that sag, ceo of my company
i m messed up
when i m paid out
i ma leave my boys with your friends
They like it, i got it bad
But you can get it front row, i m throwing up
I m doing something right i ain t changin a thing, ceo of my company
I m throwing up, i got that fever
I ve been known to get faded off of wine, i m throwing up Packy, i got it bad
Bit a little bit of gas, i m messed up, bit of that got you mad
low key i m chamberlain
Keep that flame on with no candle, these records never get old, when i m out in public they all on my private
but you can get it front row
Now i say what s on my mind, i m milking it with no cattle, ask that chick what she thinkin
Spit her that game, can t come close to a kid like me