Freaky

She sly like the deacon, she sly like the deacon

Yeah, Thugger Thugger baby, yeah

Uh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freak it

I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret

I got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland

She pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it

I hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started

She got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy

Eh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley

Eh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie

I'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race

Ooh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say

Hey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home)

Quan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day

I got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake

We eatin', where is your plate? Aim at your head or your face?

Hannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake

Bitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late

I apologize if I got more money than you and your clan

I apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran

I apologize if I post a picture posted with' some bands

I apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan

Where your bitch at? No, not that one

Baby want to touch my milk like she cowin'

Every time you see me, I'm a have thousands

On the island, no dressin'

I won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent

I'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation

Eh, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain?

Eh, I pull up and arson all over your garden

Eh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you

Eh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin'

Now I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage with' 'em AKs

Nigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades

Higher than a escalator any day

I'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede

But I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds

These niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade

Damn, this might be coward day

Yeah, this might be powder day

Sniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us

Even if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us

But I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns

Nigga, you can shoot us, hey

And I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless

I show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no

And we the best, every time we come around

Boy, they root for us, true

And everybody hate Chris

But I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah

Tell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us

Five thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus

Get my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer

She fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty

She think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit

Play with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die

All I want is that head and that ain't no lie

Nigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin'

These niggas vibe faker than a puppet

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