She-A-Freaka

I'm an alien
Na Ima a barbarian
Bitch I'm gettin money in
Never focus on the gram
Bending corners
Fish tailing to a check
Plotting on the scale again

No cough, cracked a seal
Now I'm floating off
Crashed the whip
I was swerving
Really nodding off
This ain't Tylenol
The Soda got me leaning over
Black scat pack
Gas pressed
Sunken in that seat
Redlining but my cup on
Easter pink
Mind on my money
Bags on my mind
Going through bags
Like saint nick
Moved a 50 piece
Drop 30 on the re up quick
Showin love so
My niggas eat up
She a freak-a
Recline my seat up
Turn the heat up
Have her
Tongue my meat up
Mamacita
She had perkies
I'm off the soda
This a bad mix
Going thru traffic
Interstate junkie
I need my fix

All My niggas fried
We chicken dinners
Luxury amounts
Luxury accounts bucks in these amounts
Commas and dollars signs
Real money hope the rats not fucking with me
Bucket go 150
Sea of fakes
See thru see thru fakes
It's x ray send packs next day for x pay
Hate to spill it had to spit it
Pilled out I ain't talking tires on the Porsche
Hop out got the mother fucking iron on the porch
So Let's roll like circles
Higher then the pants on Urkel
It's a sitcom probably past your time
Life is wondering what you will find
But Trust me nigga I'm due time in due time

She a freak-a
Recline my seat up
Turn the heat up
Have her
Tongue my meat up
Mamacita
She had perkies
I'm off the soda
This a bad mix
Going thru traffic
Interstate junkie
I need my fix
She a freak-a
Recline my seat up
Turn the heat up
Have her
Tongue my meat up
Mamacita
She had perkies
I'm off the soda
This a bad mix
Going thru traffic
Interstate junkie
I need my fix



Credits
Writer(s): Annthony Dudley
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