Freaky Friday (Mixed)

Lil Dicky, ooh, oh
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

I woke up Chris Breezy
Oh my God, I'm the man (oh shit)
I'm so fly, and I can dance (whoa, whoa shit)
There's tattoos on my neck (oh, oh)
I just FaceTimed Kanye (brr-brr)
I told him I'm his biggest fan, yeah (yeah)
Got all these hoes in my DM (yeah, I do)
Hol' up, holy shit, I got a kid (oh!)

Oh, I can sing so well
Wonder if I can say the n-word (wait, for real?)
Wait, can I really say the n-word?
What up, my nigga? (Whoo)
What up, my nigga?
Big ups, my nigga
We up, my nigga

You pussy ass nigga
Man, fuck y'all niggas
'Cause I'm that nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
I'm that nigga

I woke up in Chris Brown's body (oh yeah)
Somehow, this shit turned into Freaky Friday (oh)
But we got no choice but to turn this bitch sideways (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I can't believe that it's Freaky Friday (oh yeah, yeah)
Yeah, it's Freaky Friday
I'm in Chris Brown's body
I drive his Ferrari and I'm light-skinned black

(Ring, ring) what the fuck?
I woke up, and I'm Lil Dicky (Lil Dicky?)
Ah (what the fuck?), this shit is real weak
How his dick stayin' perched up on his balls like that?
Walkin' down the street and ain't nobody know my name (whoa)
Ain't no paparazzi flashin' pictures, this is great (whoa)
Ain't nobody judging 'cause I'm Black or my controversial past
I'ma go and see a movie and relax (whoo, let's go)

Ay, I'm a Blood, but I can finally wear blue (cool)
Why's his mama callin' all the time? Leave me the fuck alone, bitch (ha)
Wait, if I'm in Dicky's body, Breezy is who? (Huh)
Hope my daughter's in school
Fuck, if I was Chris Brown, where would I be? What would I do? (Oh)

I woke up in Chris Brown's body (oh yeah)
Somehow, this shit turned into Freaky Friday (oh, oh)
But we got no choice but to turn this bitch sideways (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I can't believe that it's Freaky Friday (oh yeah, yeah)
Yeah, it's Freaky Friday (oh yeah, yeah)
I'm in Chris Brown's body
I look at my soft dick with delight, it's my dream dick

If I was Lil Dicky in my body, where would I be? (Hmm)
I'm tryna find myself like an introspective monk (where am I?)
I'm ballin' on the court, oh my God, I can dunk (ah)
Snap a flick of my junk
My dick is trending on Twitter? Fuck

Now I'm at the club, I talked my way into gettin' in (ay)
I look up in the VIP, my goodness, there I am (hey)
I signal to him to let me in, but he won't let me in
I don't know who that is
Wait, who the fuck he think he is? (Hey)

Took a glass bottle, shatter it on the bouncer's head (woo)
Walked up to that motherfucker
Wait, think it through for a sec'
If you hurt me, then you only hurtin' yourself
But wait, I love myself
That was the key, now we're switchin' back (oh)

I woke up in Chris Brown's body (oh yeah)
Somehow, this shit turned into Freaky Friday (oh, Freaky Friday)
But we got no choice but to turn this bitch sideways (no, I can't believe)
I can't believe that it's Freaky Friday (oh yeah, yeah)

Wait, what the fuck?
And now I'm in Ed Sheeran's body
It's way less cool than being Chris Brown was
What the fuck? Again?
I'm DJ Khaled! Why am I yellin'?
Huh, I'm Kendall Jenner, I got a vagina
I'm gonna explore-



Credits
Writer(s): Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane, Magnus Hoiberg, Nicholas Valentino Audino, Christopher Maurice Brown, Lewis Beresford Hughes, Benjamin Joseph Levin, Joshua Emanuel Coleman, David Andrew Burd
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