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Chorus: fakemink & Buckshot
You know I'm cold, but I'm hot, 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, let me 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
B-b-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-Q-Q for the fifty, twenty-fivе eighth
She cute and she miss me, callin' me bae
But I don't 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, I 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, 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, let me cop some"
You know I'm cold, but I'm hot, 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
Gear on the dresser, I got blood on the bills
U-u-u-up, down, sideways, but I'm fallin' backwards
Pop a painkiller, Oxycodone with 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, 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, let me cop some"
Outro
(Oscar)
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