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FEVER - BUCKSHOT & FAKEMINK Lyrics: You know im cold but Im hot got a fever Puttin Tris in a Crush 2 litre we got Yay come Fluffy like Bunny Blood on my Givenchy tee nose runny Im w Buckshot summertime driving hop outside so we gotta keep tha top off Up now but u kno I still buss shots high grade they like wait let me cop some ye yea swear to god I live in Kate moss moments Had it in my hands but it fumble when I hold it Under city lights, moving out of 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 crying out my name with tears in her eyessssss Q FOR THE FIFTY TWENTY FIVE EIGHTH she cute n she miss me callin me bae but i aint got time bich im married to the game fast fast life man im loving this pace 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 You know im cold but Im hot got a fever Puttin Tris in a Crush 2 litre we got Yay come Fluffy like Bunny Blood on my Givenchy tee nose runny Im w Buckshot summertime driving hop outside so we gotta keep tha top off Up now but u kno I still buss shots high grade they like wait let me cop some You know im cold but Im hot got a fever Puttin Tris in a Crush 2 litre we got Yay come Fluffy like Bunny Blood on my Givenchy tee nose runny Im w Buckshot summertime driving hop outside so we gotta keep tha top off Up now but u kno I still buss shots high grade they like wait waitwait Goooood doooope no feelings I’m so high call me the Celing Balenciaga bag full of whispers n pills Dior on the dresser I got blood on the bills Up down sideways but I’m falling backwards Pop a painkiller oxycodone with a Xanax I was on the runways I was out in Paris Now i dont even leave the House im Embarrassed Copyright Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to this song. All rights and credits go to the original artists, Buckshot & Fakemink, and their respective labels/producers. This video is for entertainment and promotional purposes only. If any copyright owner has an issue with this upload, please contact me and I will remove it immediately.