Freak On Da Tip

Aye
Jody
Aye
Baby Jodeci

Shit
When we get high
Don't want to die
I'll feel alright
But only over time
I called you mine
You changed your mind
Thought I was done
You turned my truth to lies

I know a girl from the bay
She like to play
She like to smoke
She like to drink
Lottie Dottie
She got some cake
She got some, she got some
She got some cake
I'll feel alright
But only over time

That's some depressive shit
Jody can't fuck with this
Know that boy cold and shit
Ice in my vein watch it drip to my d damn
She want to dance and shit
Want to get bent let me touch on your hip
Listen to reason and dip when I dip
Just like a blunt let me freak on the tip
Just like a blunt let me freak on the tip
Let me freak on the tip
Act like you don't but you freak on the tip
Freak on the, freak on the, freak on the tip
Just like a blunt let me freak on the
Act like you don't but you on the tip
I was hurt when I made this
But we back
You changed your mind



Credits
Writer(s): Jurwan Thomas
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