He a Freak (feat. CvMelly)

It was Tony
Kevin and John
I met them mowing the lawn
It was Montae
Randy, Jermaine
He asked if we could chill so I told him to stay
Zay
Tayvion
Davion
And Mickey
He stay in the town so I keep that thang wit me
It was Vonte
Tristan
And T
Gotta different toy everyday of the week
He a freak
He a freak
Gotdamn baby he a...

(Melly)
He a freak
Lovin' on me
Can't you see
He do his damn thing
He sip his lean and say Melly
Come bounce that ass for a real nigga
And show me something (Unh huh)
One thing about me
I don't do that shit
Got these niggas in they feelings
Damn get off my clit
It was Byron, Rick and Dom
They from the City
They be bringing out that pound
I do my dougie on these niggas real quick
I post a pic, and have they ass
Lookin real sick
I just vibe and observe
While I do my shit
Never worry 'bout a bitch
Cause he a Freak for this

(Dream)
He don't- He don't got a bag
I'll cut him (He cut)
He want me to run it back
Iont trust him (Nah)
Hit him on his phone
Making love in discussions
I don't really like him
I'm just tryna get his cousin
It was
Joey
He acted like he know me
Lead these niggas on
Ima wife, ima trophy
I don't even pay attention
I don't even listen
Cause these niggas steady trippin in my business
They won't get this

It was Tony
Kevin and John
I met them mowing the lawn
It was Montae
Randy, Jermaine
He asked if we could chill so I told him to stay
Zay
Tayvion
Davion
And Mickey
He stay in the town so I keep that thang wit me
It was Vonte
Tristan
And T
Gotta different toy everyday of the week
He a freak
He a freak
He a freak

Uh huh, Y'all
I think I got a problem
I keep on starting shit just to see if he can solve them
Jamal don't really trust me, he thinks that I'm gonna rob him
Larry think he fine but he really look like gollum
This ain't no ride or die shit
Don't see no wedding ring
Can't even sit at my table
Don't need to know what you bring
I got it all by myself
I ain't ask for a thing
In a room full of freaks
I'm just wanting a King
I mean is that to much to ask for
I know a couple niggas that'll go to war
Always keep 2 or 3, maybe even 4
Roster getting long but I'm always looking for more

(Droppa!)
Pick the phone up
Call that boy up
Like how you doin ma'am
Can I speak to Kam
Big boy
Rick Ross lookin ass nigga
He not my man
But he can be my money maker
All four seasons
I heard he wrap his bitches in silk trapezes
He got a butt fetish call that sex stools
And he's trynna shag his teacher he's still in school
This nigga weird
And I don't like his beard
Ima drop his ass off at the pier
What the fuck you mean you already got a page in Ripleys
This nigga's tricking

He A Freak



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Writer(s): Myjah Williams
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