Lyrics

You a freak, yeah (yeah) Turn around and throw that thing on me, yeah (yeah) You know what I'm on You're a freak, yeah (yeah) What it taste like, bet it's sweet, yeah (yeah) You're a freak, yeah You a freak, yeah (yeah) Turn around and throw that thing on me, yeah (yeah) You know what I'm on You're a freak, yeah (yeah) What it taste like, bet it's sweet, yeah (yeah) You're a freak, yeah Yeah Girl, you can't hide it, you're a freak (freak) Hitting my phone up for that late night creep (late night) Diving headfirst, I took a leap (leap, leap, leap) Boom, boom, boom 'til we sleep (sleep) Ooh, she gon' ride it like benzes, porsches, panamera (benzes, porsches, panamera) Look in our eyes you can tell that We don't give a damn about a thing Slow twerk on me, let me work it and tease me I don't want it, if you feel like it's easy Low key, this room need a towel and a squeegee Ten minute break for a blunt and a Fiji (yeah, yeah, yeah) Your body language on ten Girl, I'm a fan of that bag you in (girl, I'm a fan of that bag you in) You be acting different around your friends, friends, friends But, I know what it is 'Cause you a freak, yeah (yeah) Turn around and throw that thing on me, yeah (yeah) You know, what I'm on You're a freak, yeah (yeah) What it taste like, bet it's sweet, yeah You're a freak, yeah You a freak, yeah (yeah) Turn around and throw that thing on me, yeah (yeah) You know, what I'm on You're a freak, yeah (you're a freak, yeah) What it taste like, bet it's sweet, yeah (what it taste like, bet it's sweet, yeah) You're a freak, yeah Yeah Mmhmm You've been inside the house before corona And, you ain't got no friends, you're just a loner You got that thing between your legs and I'm the owner A big old fine motherfucker like Willona When I saw you, I got a boner Hope you a good performer, these bitches say I'm not normal Want me to give my heart to you, baby I'm not a donor But you can get on top and ride, anyway that you wanna Freak It ain't a woman with a better technique You know you the wave, I got on my jet ski's When, I'm with you, I'm up all night I can't sleep We've been going at it all week You're a freak, yeah (yeah) Turn around and throw that thing on me, yeah (yeah) You know, what I'm on You're a freak, yeah (yeah) What it taste like, bet it's sweet, yeah You're a freak, yeah You're a freak, yeah Turn around and throw that thing on me, yeah You know, what I'm on You're a freak, yeah (you're a freak, yeah) What it taste like, bet it's sweet, yeah (what it taste like, bet it's sweet, yeah) You're a freak, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Richard Butler, Marcella Araica, Floyd Hills Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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