Wiz Khalifa - Cabin Fever lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Wiz Khalifa - Cabin Fever lyrics]
Yeah yeaah
Tahaha you niggas 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 bitch
Let her out the house and I'll
Be leaving here with your bitch
I'm flyin' in a different city every night
Got everything I ever wanted so
This can't be life
Breaking down the weed I'm 'bout
To make a plane a hundred niggas with me
All reppin' Taylor Gang
Yeaaahahhhh bitch okaaayyyy
Yeaah yup
Lot of niggas fake but me
I give these hoes faith
Feed her alcohol and leave that
Bitch 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 niggas quick to bang
Like they Major Payne
Told Lil' mom I rep the gang
She just say the same yeaa-a ahhh bitch
If you see em point em out
If you see em point em out
There's a bad bitch in here
And you see her point her out
There's a bad bitch in here
And you see her point her out
Yeeeaaahh yupp
You show up to concerts looking like a fan
I pull up in car service looking like the man
Hella reefer smoke a lot
Of pictures being taken
My bitch from Atlanta my weed is Jamaican
I don't talk much too many niggas 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
Lil bitch, now go on and pick that money up
Not cus I said so, cus you want to
Tahaha you niggas 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 bitch
Let her out the house and I'll
Be leaving here with your bitch
I'm flyin' in a different city every night
Got everything I ever wanted so
This can't be life
Breaking down the weed I'm 'bout
To make a plane a hundred niggas with me
All reppin' Taylor Gang
Yeaaahahhhh bitch okaaayyyy
Yeaah yup
Lot of niggas fake but me
I give these hoes faith
Feed her alcohol and leave that
Bitch 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 niggas quick to bang
Like they Major Payne
Told Lil' mom I rep the gang
She just say the same yeaa-a ahhh bitch
If you see em point em out
If you see em point em out
There's a bad bitch in here
And you see her point her out
There's a bad bitch in here
And you see her point her out
Yeeeaaahh yupp
You show up to concerts looking like a fan
I pull up in car service looking like the man
Hella reefer smoke a lot
Of pictures being taken
My bitch from Atlanta my weed is Jamaican
I don't talk much too many niggas 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
Lil bitch, now go on and pick that money up
Not cus I said so, cus you want to