cabin fever lyrics – wiz khalifa

“cabin fever”

yeah
yeaah
hahahahaha
you n*gg*s know its 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 b*tch
let her out the house and i’ll be leaving here with your b*tch
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 n*gg*s with me all reppin taylor gang

yeaaahahhhh b*tch
okaaayyyy
yeaah
yup
lot of n*gg*s fake but me i’m these hoes fate
feed her alcohol and leave that b*tch with no taste
out of this world need my own sp*ce
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 n*gg*s quick to bang like they major pain
told her mom i rep the gang she just say the same

yeaaaaahhhhh b*tch

[chorus]
if you see em point em out
if you see em point em out

there’s a bad b*tch in here
if you see her point her out

there’s a bad b*tch in here
if 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
h*lla reefer smoke a lot of pictures being taken
my b*tch from atlanta my weed is jamaican
i don’t talk much too many n*gg*s hatin
bout a booty that’s my type of conversation
i dropped a little change on these hater frames
took her car keys and let her played the way
yeaaah..b*tch

[chorus]
if you see em point em out
if you see em point em out

there’s a bad b*tch in here
if you see her point her out

there’s a bad b*tch in here
if you see her point her out

yeeeaaahh yupp

uh

/ wiz khalifa lyrics