Cabin Fever - Wiz Khalifa (维兹·卡利法)

Lyrics by：Jordan Houston/Paul Beauregard/Cameron Thomaz/Lexus Lewis/Phillip Glen Price/Orville Erwin Hall

Yeah

Yeaah

Thahaha

You n***as know it's 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 b***h

Let her out the house and

I'll be leaving here with your b***h

I'm flyin in a different city every night

Got everything I ever wanted so this can't be life

Breaking down the w**d I'm 'bout to make a plane

A hundred n***as with me all reppin' taylor gang

Yeaah b***h

Okay

Yeaah

Yup

Lot of n***as fake but me I give these hoes faith

Feed her alcohol and leave that b***h 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 n***as quick to bang like they major Payne

Told Lil' mom I rep the gang she just say the same

Eh

Yeaaah

B***h

Hhahha

If you see 'em point 'em out

If you see 'em point 'em out

There's a bad b***h in here

And you see her point her out

There's a bad b***h in here

And you see her point her out

Yeeeaaahh yupp

Yeahh

Ya

You show up to concerts looking like a fan

I pull up in car service looking like the man

Hella ** smoke a lot of pictures being taken

My b***h from Atlanta my w**d is Jamaican

I don't talk much too many n***as hatin

Buy the boutique that's my type of conversation

I dropped a little change on these hater frames

Took her car keys and let her play Dwayne

Mmm