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freakalicious - hot stuff (original version) lyrics

[intro: ashlee simpson]
people say you’re goin’ out your mind
to think you’re hot stuff, gotta think you’re hot stuff

[verse 1: ayesha erotica]
ae, b_tch, you already snow
he was tryna f_ck, i was tryna f_ck his bro
i was in detroit saying, “what’s up wit’ it doe?”
and these b_tches sellin’ box, but they sell it for the low
and they think i do it too, but i don’t do it anymore
but if the sh_t flop, yeah, i’m pretty, i could hoe
where becky? that b_tch playing with the blow
and these b_tches lack game ’cause they do not know the code
wait, one, two, everybody, look what i can do
i can chop a line, no razor blade
and your b_tch is gonna f_ck me like a piecе_o_cake
gotta ask all the fans, like whеre the dirty percs?
i don’t wanna chop em’ up with a dirty verse
i’ma check a b_tch, said she broke on the 31st
[?] d_ck up on the 33rd
i pull up in the iwonagiveaway
i’ma make a bag, then i sh_t, gettin’ pistol whipped
b_tch got pistol_whipped, that’s just how it goes
i’m a f_cking champ b_tch, i ain’t ever fold
i ain’t ever fall, b_tches can’t relate
ride around with the crack rock in my vape
i’m a super hoe, i ain’t gotta f_cking pay
b_tches be faker than a santee alley babe
[verse 2: that kid]
big tk, i’m always dtf
but i’m full grown, don’t need cdf
cruisin’ for a d_ck, it’s f_ck a gps
turned a few tricks for some vvs
i don’t wanna f_ck unless the glock is in my face
same nasty b_tch snortin’ up the special k
and i’m still poppin’ titties out just to get my way
i’ma pretty ass b_tch, so ugly people hate
now show off
watch me take my motherf_ckin’ clothes off
love the fat boys built like rick ross
smackin’ on my man like he’s chris rock
got a bb simon belt and a baggie on my hip
and some long ass nails with a gloss up on the lip
i can’t ride a f_ckin’ bike but you know i ride on d_ck
don’t ever gotta ask ’cause you know i’m runnin’ sh_t

[verse 3: chase icon]
ci, came through with the bob
on my bling ring, that b_tch you wanna rob
every day, i’ma make a bum b_tch sob
i’m not tryna play nice, b_tch, i’m tryna play god
i can be a model but i’d rather be a sl_t
surged up top, now i’m workin’ on the b_tt
always goin viral, now i don’t know what is what
if they sell my deep_fake s_x tape, i want a cut
b00bs out, it’s chase with the bank, b_tch
hoes talk cheap, i don’t even know the language
i be like, “bang, b_tch”, what you gonna say?
ain’t it kinda funny how the rumors circulate?
tricks come through every single day
take it in the back, that’s the freakalicious way
countin’ on my money, got it spread on the duvet
stuff it in the kelly then i’m off to st. tropez
[outro: ayesha erotica, that kid & chase icon]
ae, b_tch you already snow
big tk, i’m always dtf
ci, came through with the bob
take it in the back, that’s the freakalicious way

- freakalicious lyrics

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