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Chanel No. Fever

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Hah, yeah, take you on a temperature rise

Take you back to the fever

Take us back to the fever, y'all please, y'all pleaseIt's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all

It's in your head but it's not the fever

It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all

It's in your head but it's not the feverNow with the B-I double L bill

We bill the par territories placing flags on terrains

Now I said it was yours so snatch the world back from Wayne

We did, universally sparked the lidNow these ladies love how we live

Got 'em caught, shit, you already know looking so fly

That the dog that played spiderweb you're up aliasing here

Sucker cats don't try to steer near thisWish you could bring it this way

Compliments of Wonder Y and my nigga David J

So the do, re, mi, fa, sol, la

Many reach to devour the stage, put the guts out the venueAh, shut up in your face no need to continue

I've been there, done that, received it, won that

Yo stunned that, that's how you like To Sun frozed

Keep my shit in harvest like Farmer John grows crops

Hops, you'll need the whole ceiling to tops

I saw the empire, set your liquid to fireBim blam set a flame to your fanny

Davis the surname like Davis the Sammy

A Grammy, my concern is to earn for a little age

Next time, next rhyme, next phaseIt's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all

It's in your head but it's not the fever

It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all

It's in your head but it's not the feverNow put your hand on your hip

(Now put your hand on your hip)

And let your backbone slip

(And let your backbone slide)

Now put your hand up on your hip

(Now put your hand up on your hip)

And let your backbone slip for the feverHey, ladies and gents reintroducing to you

Shootin' shit like hot asses at the sip of bean stew

Super fat come the visitor zoo

Peace to my homewood niggas and my man Tofu, I fell in loveI'm through evil that man do

Get some ass on the side so my love can shine through

Pull a cigar with crew, lean back and let it soak

Your holdin' on to my twelve dollar smoke manIt was Mase who laced the beat from up out the Earth

Leaving brothers hypnotized like Ootney Fonsworth

But I'm hip but no tized than that, clap to the break of dawn

Dada, wonder why it's hotter than hotWhy not knee, my Steve got niggas on the dick

They want to join the click

I hope that ass get a record deal so they can feel what I feel

To overstand that ring ring, how you do is realYou must be from Italy 'cause all you do is roam

Microphone to microphone, lookin' for home

I write a poem to make the publicists flock the prone cop

China on stage so I don't need a spotlightShould be tight like Tupperwear, supperwear, drawers of socks

Sippin' on gray pot yo scratch the pork chops

'Cause nothin' here drops

We're goin' up, up, upIt's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all

It's in your head but it's not the fever

It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all

It's in your head but it's not the feverIt's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all

It's in your head but it's not the fever

It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all

It's in your head but it's not the feverIt's the fever

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