* (-Intro-)
Fever Baby 
OK, alright 
Brooklyn, 
Uh-Oh Uh-Oh 
Yeah Uh Huh 

Bitches throw ya drinks up, Style when we be comin' in 
Niggas throw ya guns up, Whyle when we be runnin in 
And all that ain't nothin, We at the bar frontin 
Its necessary, We stays in Burburry (Whooooo) 

(-Verse 1-) 
You know how it go, Fox and Gav
In a navy blue Rov, Stuttin in Halo 
On the I-95, Keepin it live 
In the hood, in the 5, Front of Kennedy Fried (Whooooo)  
Then slide off w
A To B lyrics


A to b,  a to b
Oh to move your

It is a shame, it is a pitty
When you cant raise the energy to get from a to b 

A to b 
A to b (i ask a question you wouldn't comment)
A to b (forget the question think nothing 
ith a NBA jump-off 
Or a nice lil' rapper, Whoever money stack up 
Duke, Cop a little H-Tod shoe 
And them little boxer dudes, Get a watch or two (Whoa) 
It aint greed, Yall got kids to feed 
Fuck it, All he wanna do is kill it and leave 
So, Lay low and throw the pussy like the free throw 
Brooklyn broad and bet I keep the heat low 

(-Hook-)
Its necessary, We styles in Burburry  
And our walk is mean in them Frankie B. jeans bwoy 
Its necessary, We stays in Burburry 
And a Mark Jacob bag and 
Limiter lyrics

Sometimes you just have to let go
Start writing off the effort.
Cant you just stop pretending?
Could it be that something's changed?
Cause nothing feels the same to you.
Imagine that, a world that we just cant understand.
Ar
 H-Tod shoe (Whoo) 
(2X)

(-Verse 2-)
When we walk up in the club, Niggas be like, "OH!" 
They aint got no dough? Bet we be like, "NO!" 
We bout our paper and all that fam 
Rollin through Planet Hollywood knockin that Killa Cam (Whoa) 
Up in V.I.P. with F.B. 
With a nice throw back, Right below a good G
Now, dude is ill, I'm lovin his boys 
I'm all, seing he's gangsta, I'm watching him swift now 
They wanna see us, Bitches they wanna be us 
Fox and Althea in a powder blue two seater 
We the tru
Release The Demons lyrics


What do you see in the dark
when the demons come for you

If only you could have seen 
how fucked up my life used to be
then everything starts to change
supposedly healing my pain
I never thought I'd feel this wayth in our Juicy sweat suits 
When we come through ya town, Every'ting shut down 

(-Hook 2X-) 

(-Verse 3-) 
20's with the rims, B-custom kitted Bently 
And everything we do, They assist like Jamaal Tinsley 
Cocky bastard, I only spits acid 
Slept on Broken Silence, Fever bout to smash it 
This here's a classic, We keeps it drastic 
I'm all engaged engaged to dough and married to plastic
And you know how we do, Fresh pair Air Force 2's
With the toaster, Kobe pull over (Whoo) 

(-Hook 2X-)