Lyrics: Matthias Bakker/Justin Holben/Wandile Buthelezi
Music: Matthias Bakker/Justin Holben/Wandile Buthelezi
I can feel your energy
Been playin’ it cool but my temperature rising, ooh ah
And I can feel what’s meant to be oh
I can feel the fire in her eyes
No I like it
She wants it, I want it
She like it, the fever
The climax, I like it
I like it, I like it
Said she want it, I want it
She like it, I like it
The fever, the climax
I like it, I like it
She like the life of the rich and famous
She like everything in the midst of high maintenance
She likes strolls on the beach,
Shopping sprees and trips overseas
Fine little thing in a sexy little number
Slide up in ‘em jeans, getting ready for the summer
Slide up in between it like butter, bon appétit
You know the game a whole ‘nother league
Rome to Paris ain’t even unpacked no luggage
Hoes follow these rappers like trouble follows bad kids
Would you trade a good wife for a bad bitch
Not in this right lifetime, gotta be out my right mind
You want the black truth or the white lies
Either way it's been a cut above average, you somewhat of a savage
We gon’ get together, ain't no doubt we cause damage
I can feel your energy
Been playin’ it cool but my temperature rising, ooh ah
And I can feel what’s meant to be oh
I can feel the fire in her eyes
No I like it
She wants it, I want it
She like it, the fever
The climax, I like it
I like it, I like it
Said she want it, I want it
She like it, I like it
The fever, the climax
I like it, I like it
This reminds me of,
The first time that I realised ain't nobody do it like she does
Got me on a rise ain't it obvious
The fire in her eyes been so ambient
Staring at me from across the room
I wasn't even sure about what vibe I'm getting
But I know I'm finna find out soon
It's just the perks to the life I'm living
Now you done heard it here first, tables have turned
I came up out the dirt, this is what I deserve
Got something to say, a story to tell
I know you want it all, please don't over the indulge
But really who am I to judge if you feel overwhelmed
The view is a breath take
Look at me now, I might let you spectate
You think you had me eating out the palm of your hand, wait
Would love to see the look on my ex’s face