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nikki d - freak accident كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
– ey nikki, how’d get your eye f_cked up? (check this out!)

[verse 1]
rollin’ on a sat_rday, me and the girls coolin’
hanging out, sippin’ stout, so yo, we broke foolin’
invited three guys to the house, now two was real def
the other was asked to get out, no doubt
i picked the winner ’cause my man was on vacation for weeks
not that i was feignin’, but i’m a freak at least twice a year, chic
now, clearly i was hopin’ he was not heartbroken
when i’m done up on my mission, i’ma pass him the token
[interlude]
– nah luv, hold a minute. you went out, got p_ssed, and walked back two guys you never seen before?
– yeah well, i told you my man was outta town, so what else was i to do?
– crazy b_tch…

[verse 2]
now i’m [?] that night, and living colors on the tube
so i laugh a little bit to get the freak in the mood
he plays gyro, but i know what quiet ones got
i rub him, i push him, yeah, here comes the speed knot
so here we go, head to head, chest to chest, toe to toe
i’m feelin’ h_rny so i’ll give it a go
bangin’ and pushin’ and pumpin’ and sweatin’
and we were knockin’ boots like we had both [?]
but oh no, we hit keys up on the door
hey, he takes the flying leap, i take a duck to the floor
i reach for my panties but this person’s gettin’ closer
i hear a deep voice, it’s my man, he’ll walk over

[interlude]
– ey nikki, you’re in your house with this geezer, and your man’s at the door with his keys? how’d he get his keys then?
– hm, he pays the rent… sh_t, he gave me keys

[verse 3]
d_mn, it’s my man now, here i go ass out
sh_t, if i ain’t gonna regret sippin’ on stout
yo, he broke into the door, threw my freak against the wall
punched me in my eye, told me “b_tch, you’ve got gall”
knocked me down hard, my freak was severely scarred
yo, i tried to put my clothes on, but he said “now my d_ck is hard”
someway i got away, but he was right behind me, hey
i was jetting out, like i was running from doomsday
my eye was swelling lovely, as i ran for the telephone
but here comes another left hook, i’m gone
okay, so it was cool, i put the shades on and i step
“yo i’m outta here, dip, it was fun, no regrets”
[outro]
– nah, nah, i’m sorry nikki, but you’re mental! i mean look at that eye, it’s that flippin’ b_st_rd! and your man’s a twit!
– well, what did you expect, eh?
– yo_yo_yo_yo, what’s up with the studio, sis? get the girl out, b_tch, get outta here! yo, why’d you stop bein’ in the kitchen, make me some hot…
– why did you trap me here, breakin’ on my face and stuff like that?!
– yo, yo, tell your girl to get… get the f out…
– you ain’t got the d for sh_t…
– yo, go make me some honey grits, and some hot sauce…
– why don’t you just leave already? cook your own sh_t!
– f_ck_f_ck you, get out!

- nikki d

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