nate dae - freak lyrics
[intro]
yo, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, what happened?
welcome to a world where, uh
(just tell me what happened, d-mn)
women rule everything, men are wrong about everything
(that b-tch lyin)
this is uh, the story [?]
the story is that
and this is where we at
[verse 1]
uh
now baby mother, undercover
how you do that sh-t?
now i respect it
but she crazy with the super head
i took her to the movies
‘fore i took her to the bed
my momma raised a gentleman
and poppa really raised a man
i’m cruising down the i-10
and this is new for me
and if i started freaking out
what you gon’ do for me?
my trust is low, and girl
i know that you a super freak
my homies said to watch you
i know i can take a little heat
[chorus]
break
break
break
break
break
all my n-ggas telling me to take a
break
break
break
why, girl?
cause you ain’t good for me, uh
[verse 2]
she call my phone, just screaming
“how that really going on?!”
i try to calm her down, i ask her
“yo, what’s going on?”
she said her friend just called her
told her [?]
she said she seen me with the shorty
that moved down the street
i started panicking
the sweat is rolling down my temple
because if she find i’ve been creepin’
n-gga, that’s my mental
and don’t mess with a brown-skin
that’s the wrong thing to do
that’s the wrong thing to do
i got no, i got no time for this
i gotta get the loot
on apartment, half and half
with the mothaf-ckin’ moves
and the jig is up
i guess it’s time for me to go and move
to the left, to left
she follow what beyonce do, n-gga
[bridge]
yeah, i’m charlie brown, n-gga
i’m charlie brown, n-gga
yeah, i’m charlie brown, n-gga
i’m charlie brown, n-gga
yeah, i’m charlie brown, n-gga
[chorus] [2x]
break
break
break
break
break
all my n-ggas telling me to take a
break
break
break
why, girl?
cause you ain’t good for me, uh
[beat switch]
stop slurring, lil n-gga
stop slurring, lil n-gga
stop slurring, lil n-gga
[verse 3]
uh
beat switch, hit a l!ck on your mind (on your mind)
4:20 bruv, it’s time to get high, uh (uh)
and don’t hit me, i ain’t really got time (no sir)
in new york, in la, hit your b-tch in the spine (in the spine)
bought a jet, i go super f-cking high, uh
and please don’t test me, i don’t wanna take your life bro
police is on the way, and these reports say
it was a triple, single, double, quadruple manslaughter, uh
f-ck this sh-t
on the walk, on the run (on the run)
on the street
got my fists, no gun (no gun)
this music sh-t is a job, no fun
in new york, i scream
“ugly mothaf-cker, you a [?]!”
ain’t going by the crips or the bloods (or the bloods)
never back down n-gga, just because (uh)
i ain’t a b-tch, and i never f-cking was (no sir)
and the squad is always with me
and we’ll fight you just for fun, lil b-tch
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