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six ward von - freaky girl lyrics
[intro]
(woodondabeat)
[verse]
my granny called like, “boy, you worry me”
shout out to them n_ggas wanna murder me
if i ever see you out, it’s gon’ be first degree
ooh, i forgot i had a perc’ with me
i don’t want no more kids, nutted on her sheets
you ain’t never been lit, f_ck me on the beach
same n_ggas d_ck suckin’ want a verse from me
(d_mn, man, that sh_t f_cked up, bro)
i ain’t even trippin’, n_ggas still gettin’ stepped on
ain’t n0body f_ckin’ with your music, how you gettin’ slept on?
ayy, i’m aimin’ at your head, ain’t no point to have a vest on
i just lost my n_gga kai so i gotta keep my head on
big b’s, gucci, givenchy, dior
i deleted all her memories, i cannot restore ’em
you can’t block the shine, you gon’ just have to report ’em
i ain’t drinkin’ wockhardt today, i’m drinkin’ morton
n_ggas really lame, out here actin’ all important
i ain’t put on sh_t today, just bathing ape and jordans
it was hot out when we pulled up to the club, but now it’s storming
took them b_tches on a chase because i knew i had a warrant
you buy your work from him and you know he informant
you ain’t never drove a scat’, lil’ n_gga, gotta floor it
save that money, it’ll save you, put it up and store it
had a baby by a snitch, b_tches should’ve got aborted
feds really wanna put them bodies on us like boosie
b_tch, i’m a young fly n_gga like lucci
she suckin’ on my d_ck while i’m playin’ with her coochie
i just need a very freaky girl like gucci
she get it from her mama
first you get her name, then you get her number
then you get some brain in the backseat of the hummer
i grab her by her bundles every time i’m cummin’
boy, you d_mn near fifty, you ain’t almost up a hundred?
they like, “what that n_gga on?” ’cause he always up to somethin’
you let that n_gga terry bone, that be how you n_ggas comin’
you ain’t even got no money, n_gga, why you always frontin’?
you ain’t even got no money, n_gga, why you always actin’?
just lost my mama and my brother, reason why i ain’t been rappin’
you ain’t even got no gun, why you actin’ like a savage?
in the projects with twee, shoes off, playin’ madden
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