[ Featuring fakemink ]
You know I'm cold but I'm hot, I got a fever
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I'm puttin' Tris in a Crush two-litre
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We got yay, come fluffy like a bunny
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Blood on my Givenchy tee, nose runnin'
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I'm with Buckshot, summertime drivin'
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Hot outside so we gotta keep the top off
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Up now but you know I still bust shots
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High-grade, they like, "Wait, lemme cop some" (Yeah, yeah)
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Swear to God, I live in Kate Moss moments
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Had it in my hands but I fumble when I hold it
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Under city lights, movin' outta frame
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West Village bitch but she won't stay the same
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Bones too sharp, skin stays tight
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Breath too slow from a long last night
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Heart too fast and my chest gets tight
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Cryin' out my name with tears in her eyes
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Q for the fifty, twenty-five eighth
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She cute and she miss me, callin' me bae
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But I'on got time, bitch, I'm married to the game
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Fast (fast life, man, I'm lovin' this pace)
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Every leap of faith of fall
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Fade away into the curtain call
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I found God in the bathroom stall
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Forgive my sins, pray to Saint Laurent
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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"
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You know I'm cold but I'm hot, I got a fever
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You puttin' Tris in a Crush two-litre
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We got yay, come fluffy like a bunny
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Blood on my Givenchy tee, nose runnin'
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I'm with Buckshot, summertime drivin'
+
Hot outside so we gotta keep the top off
+
Up now but you know I still bust shots
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High-grade, they like, "Wait, wait, wait, wait"
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Good dope, no feelings
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I'm so high, call me the ceiling
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Balenciaga bag full of whispers and pills
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Dior on the dresser, I got blood on the bills
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Up, down, sideways, but I'm fallin' backwards
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Pop a painkiller, Oxycodone wit' a Xanax
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I was on the runways, I was out in Paris
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Now I don't even leave the house, I'm embarrassed
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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
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High-grade, they like, "Wait, lemme cop some"
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(Oscar, Oscar)
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