douboyrari - freak lyrics
[chorus/verse:douboyrari]
aye
pop up on a n-gg- like it’s nice to meet ya
whip up in the kitchen b-tch you know i need ya
get dough or hit the road i don’t f-cking need ya
kick door or slang poles if you really bout it
shake back get does just for talking wild
stank b-tch freak hoe p-ssy got them miles
dumb b-tch i’m grown you’s a f-cking child
hit it once get gone that’s my f-cking style
100 thou for a show cuz i’m gettin wild
shawty said i got hoes i just f-cking smiled
freak b-tch love the way that i get down
freak b-tch love it when i tell her sit down
freak b-tch treat the p-ssy like a playground
freak b-tch off the d’ussè she gon get wild
by the way i’m douboyrari better ask around
by the way i’m getting money you’s a f-cking clown
she like the way i’m on the beat she tryna wipe me down
she like the way i give her d-ck she like wife me now
on top of that i’m getting money she like ice me out
naw b-tch you can’t get none i’m like kick her out
[verse:og]
bounce, out that taxi like i’m queen latifah
i’m stepping in these brand new jordan sneakers
lil og smoking on og you know i’m blowing reefah
hot n-gg- like bobby feel like i got a fever
ratatouille you n-gg-s be in a rat race
time is money so n-gg- is time to bag chase
hustle hard can’t have nothing off my plate
fa fa don’t think you want gunplay
sh-tting on these rappers like a baby who ain’t been potty trained
abc ammunition we got lotta aim
caught a spongebob squarepants so we sn-tched his chain
my n-gg-s soldiers ready to shoot like battle of berlin
my baby stuck up just like mona lisa
i’m in the field while you n-gg-s in the bleachers
back in school bet i could f-ck my teachers
but like a glock this d-ck giving seizures
sh-lls hot and ready little caesar’s
choppa chopping wood just like a beaver
yes i’m a writer playing wit a reader
act pour it in the 2 liter
[chorus:douboyrari]
aye
pop up on a n-gg- like it’s nice to meet ya
whip up in the kitchen b-tch you know i need ya
get dough or hit the road i don’t f-cking need ya
kick door or slang poles if you really bout it
shake back get does just for talking wild
stank b-tch freak hoe p-ssy got them miles
dumb b-tch i’m grown you’s a f-cking child
hit it once get gone that’s my f-cking style
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