Lyrics

Woah (Pasta) Wait a minute Ayo that nigga Pasta really be cooking No pun intended Uh I think I'm a fever A nigga hotheaded Don't talk when you see me I ain't social and I'm not friendly We can go there if you want to but that path's deadly So leave me alone before I steam like some fuckin' veggies (Aye, Aye) I think I'm a fever I got a hot head Tired of the talking I don't give a fuck what y'all said Don't talk if that shit ain't nice That's what my mom said (Word to Mommy) Too busy getting money You ain't helping with that process Real hotheaded I don't want no conversation (Nope) Soon as you start talking I get aggravated Talking all that dumb shit I thought you graduated Niggas always run they mouth Like go play sports and run some bases Okay let's face it You niggas really basic And you niggas got no plans but you niggas got some cases? I only fuck with my niggas Cuz that's gang shit (Gang, Gang) And you niggas changing for the Bucks That's Brady (Damn) She keep playing with the dick Like is you gonna take it Ooh that pussy so wet I gotta call her Navy Nah that pussy so wet I gotta call her Rainy (Splash) And them titties calm me down I'm something like a baby I think I'm a fever I got a hot head But I be smoking reefer Cuz I'm a pothead No I don't care either (No, no) Cuz I'm not dead And these niggas ain't gonna kill me They'll be hanging like my dreads I think I'm a fever A nigga hotheaded Don't talk when you see me I ain't social and I'm not friendly (No, No) We can go there if you want to but that path's deadly So leave me alone before I steam like some fuckin' veggies I think I'm a fever I got a hot head Tired of the talking I don't give a fuck what y'all said Don't talk if that shit ain't nice That's what my mom said Too busy getting money You ain't helping with that process (Bow) I think I'm a fever (Huh) I'm a hot head (Aye, Yeah) I be rolling up the gas, not petrol I'm a pothead (Aye, Aye, Aye) Say that she on lock I love it when your bitch play with my dreads (Yeah) You be sad as fuck She playing games She all up in your head (Oh My God!) You a game, boy (Uh) Feeling like I'm Donkey Kong (Aye) I smash your bitch, boy (Aye, Aye, Aye) With no controller I control her Flicking her clit like a joystick Off the perkies Wanna party (Aye) Broke her back like a glow stick (Aye, Aye) My dick the magic potion (Aye, Aye) I think that I'm a fever (Uh-uh) A nigga hotheaded (Uh-Uh) Don't talk when you see me Ain't no daps A nigga not friendly Feel like I'm in prison when your bitch be tryna hit my celly (Aye) Got a brown skin baddie Look like Keisha in that movie "Belly" (Oh My God!) (God Damn!) Out that movie "Belly" (Yeah) I be in her guts tryna rearrange her internal organs (Aye, Aye, Aye) She be on the dick She be high as fuck like this bitch an orbit (Aye, Aye, Aye, Yeah) Shawty got the fatty it's looking like something out of "Norbit" (Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye, OH MY GOD!) I think I'm a fever A nigga hotheaded Don't talk when you see me I ain't social and I'm not friendly (No, No) We can go there if you want to but that path's deadly So leave me alone before I steam like some fuckin' veggies I think I'm a fever I got a hot head Tired of the talking I don't give a fuck what y'all said Don't talk if that shit ain't nice That's what my mom said Too busy getting money You ain't helping with that process
Writer(s): Stephon Greaux Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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