Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Nicki Minaj
Вокал
Dr. Luke
Программирование
Aaron Joseph
Программирование
Vaughn Oliver
Программирование
Malibu Babie
Программирование
Rick James
Артист в сэмпле
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Aaron Joseph
Композитор
Vaughn Oliver
Композитор
Gamal "LunchMoney" Lewis
Композитор
Onika Maraj
Тексты песен
Rick James
Композитор
Alonzo Miller
Композитор
Lukasz Gottwald
Композитор
Malibu Babie
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Dr. Luke
Продюсер
Aaron Joseph
Продюсер
Vaughn Oliver
Продюсер
Malibu Babie
Продюсер
Serban Ghenea
Миксинг-инженер
Bryce Bordone
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
John Hanes
Миксинг-инженер пространственного звучания
Clint Gibbs
Инженер звукозаписи
Tyler Sheppard
Инженер звукозаписи
Kalani Thompson
Инженер звукозаписи
Grant Horton
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Инженер звукозаписи
Chris Athens
Мастеринг-инженер
Слова
She's alright
That girl's alright with me, yeah
Ayy-yo (hey, hey, hey, hey)
I can lick it, I can ride it while you slipping and sliding
I can do all them little tricks, and keep the dick up inside it
You can smack it, you can grip it, you can go down and kiss it
And every time he leave me 'lone, he always tell me he miss it
He want a F-R-E, A-K
F-R-E, A-K, A-K, A-K, A-K
E-A-K, F-R-E-A-K
Uh, okay, one thing about me, I'm the baddest alive
He know the prettiest bitch didn't come until I arrive
I don't let bitches get to me, I fuck they man if they try
I got a princess face, a killer body, samurai mind
They can't be Nicki, they so stupid, I just laugh when they try
A thong bikini up my ass, I think I'll go for a dive
His ex bitch went up against me, but she didn't survive
On applications, I write "pressure" 'cause that's what I apply (brrr)
Pressure, applied, can't fuck a regular guy
Wetter than umbrellas, and stickier than apple pie, brrr!
I can lick it, I can ride it while you slipping and sliding
I can do all them little tricks, and keep the dick up inside it
You can smack it, you can grip it, you can go down and kiss it
And every time he leave me 'lone, he always tell me he miss it
He want a F-R-E, A-K
F-R-E, A-K, A-K, A-K, A-K
E-A-K, F-R-E-A-K
'Cause what the fuck? This ain't Chanel? Nigga, custom down?
Like, what the fuck? This ain't Burberry? Custom brown?
He said, "Could you throw it back while you touch the ground?"
Then he said, "Do that pussy purr?" I said, "Yup, meow"
Hold up, fuckboys, ain't no need for you to roll up
Ain't no need for you to double tap, neither scroll up
Keep these bitches on they toes like Manolo
Be on the lookout when I come through, BOLO
Oh-whoa, elegant bitch with a hoe glow
If it ain't big, then I won't blow
Eenie, meenie, minie, moe
Fuck is the tea? I just F'd a G
Made him say "Uh", just ask Master P
Ball so hard, I just took a knee
Get me Rocky A$AP, nigga, word to Rih'
Freak, freak
Some gyal a freak, gyal a freak
Gyal a freak, freak, freak, freak
I can lick it, I can ride it while you slipping and sliding
I can do all them little tricks, and keep the dick up inside it
You can smack it, you can grip it, you can go down and kiss it
And every time he leave me 'lone, he always tell me he miss it
He want a F-R-E, A-K
F-R-E, A-K, A-K, A-K, A-K
E-A-K, F-R-E-A-K
Writer(s): Rick James, Lukasz Gottwald, Onika Tanya Maraj, Alonzo H. Miller, Vaughn Richard Oliver, Gamal Kosh Lewis, Lauren M. Miller, Aaron Joseph
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