FR3AKY (feat. chanelpack1)

Oh my God
She so freaky
Oh my God
She so freaky
Oh my God
She so freaky
Oh my God
She so freaky

She hate it when it hurt
Mix the blanco with a perc
Feel it go work
Her emotions in the dirt
Double triple homi- when she make her body work
Put it in reverse
Shawty on a purge
Broke that nigga neck
Somebody put 'em in a hearse
Shawty got me buzzin'
Tryna learn about the birds
Tell me what's the word
Don't you say you haven't heard
Got a LTE connection that your man can not disturb

Oh my God
She so freaky
Oh my God
She so freaky
Oh my God
She so freaky
Oh my God
She so freaky

Oh my God
Oh my God
Hit my line but what she want
Talkin' candy need a jaw breaker
Want me at the mall
Just to meet in her in a stall later
I do not recall
What's her name
Maybe Monica
Erica
Rita, Tina, Sandry, Mary, Jessica?
Fuck it bruh
Call me
Drippy Parker
Way I'm frost bit
VVS's absent
But the sauce on me was God sent
Divinity exists
I'm here on earth to serve as evidence
Buried or alive
I'll still be cozy 'round some presidents

Oh my God
She so freaky
Oh my God
She so freaky
Oh my God
She so freaky
Oh my God
She so freaky

Baby don't you talk to me 'bout love
Unless its past T-E-N-S-E
Thinking bout my future
I can't picture Aphrodite
With just 1 F-A-C-E
Enjoy it while it last
Cuz our chapter ending messy
Her bestie got me gassed
Couldn't pass
Feel K-O-B-E
Pour my drinks on repeat
Cut some green for the fiends
So they balance they club diet
So chaotic
Only want her when I'm this cathartic
Swear to God

Oh my God
She so freaky
Oh my God
She so freaky
Oh my God
She so freaky
Oh my God
Shit so freaky

Shit so freaky

You been flexing
I ain't even got to do shit
You been flexing
I ain't even got to do shit
This a grown man game
Lil boy
This a grown man game
Lil boy

You been flexing
I ain't even got to do shit
I been getting rich
And I ain't even had to sell shit
What you think this was lil boy



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Writer(s): U. K.
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