Lyrics

Yeah, yeah (Tank God) Lil' freak, ayy (yeah, yeah), lil' freak, ayy (yeah, yeah) Lil' freak, uh (yeah), I need a real freak, damn (ayy) Shot o'clock, uh (yeah, yeah) Body shots, ayy (yeah, yeah) It's getting hot (ayy) She a money thot, look (ayy) Lil' freak, ayy (yeah, yeah), lil' freak, ayy (ayy) Lil' freak, uh (yeah), I need a real freak, damn (ayy) Shot o'clock, uh (yeah) Body shots, ayy (huh?) It's getting hot (huh?) She a money thot, look (ayy) Don't need a bitch that's classy, uh I need a bitch that's nasty, uh Fuck you while you looking at me She said, "Spit in my mouth and slap me," uh That's how I like it, baby, uh Love when you ride it, baby She like, "Nut inside me, baby," ayy I'm like, "Girl, you crazy," uh If you buss it good, I might just buss you down, yeah Told her bring her friends, she like, "Is you down?" She said she love my voice, she love the way I sound I said, "What's up with that wet-wet, bitch? I'm tryna drown," yeah She a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah She suck me up, uh, with the AP, yeah Stacy, yeah, Nicki, yeah I can't keep her, I'm going crazy, gang Lil' freak, ayy (yeah, yeah), lil' freak, ayy (yeah, yeah) Lil' freak, uh (yeah), I need a real freak, damn (ayy) Shot o'clock, uh (yeah, yeah) Body shots, ayy (yeah, yeah) It's getting hot (ayy) She a money thot, look (ayy) Lil' freak, ayy (yeah, yeah), lil' freak, ayy (ayy) Lil' freak, uh (woo), I need a real freak, damn (yeah) Shot o'clock, uh (yeah) Body shots, ayy (huh?) It's getting hot (Dream) She a money thot, look (ayy) Tell me I'm nasty He know I run it and all these bitches be running in place I need a nigga who eat it so good, he be soaking and shit with the cum on his face, look I hit the Schmoney dance You know DreamDoll is lit like a hundred lamps Ride his dick, make him still put his tongue in last (rrr) When I'm done, it sound like he was running fast (uh) Tell the owner I need 'bout a hundred M's Tell the label I need more than one advance He know I got the fatty A bitch always jumping around just to fit in these fucking pants Look, I got the bag, it was all on my own Somethin' 'bout money be makin' me moan (uh) I'm doin' so good, he can't leave me alone Not matter who fuckin' him now, he gon' still have me saved in his phone as Lil' freak, ayy (hahaha), lil' freak, ayy (yeah, yeah) Lil' freak, uh (yeah), I need a real freak, damn (ayy) Shot o'clock, uh (yeah, yeah) Body shots, ayy (yeah, yeah) It's getting hot (ayy) She a money thot, look (ayy) Lil' freak, ayy (yeah, yeah), lil' freak, ayy (ayy) Lil' freak, uh (yeah), I need a real freak, damn (ayy) Shot o'clock, uh (yeah) Body shots, ayy (huh?) It's getting hot (huh?) She a money thot, look (ayy)
Writer(s): Tabatha Robinson, Christopher Daniel Soriano Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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