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Buckshot & Fakemink Fever

[Chorus: fakemink & Buckshot]
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" (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Buckshot]
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 еyes
[Verse 2: fakemink]
Q for the fifty, twenty-fivе 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)

[Verse 3: Buckshot]
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

[Chorus: fakemink]
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"
[Verse 4: Buckshot]
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

[Chorus: fakemink]
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"

[Outro]
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