Free My N***a
Say f-, say, "Free my daddy"
"Free Dada"
Say, "Free Dada"
"Free Dada"
I'm missin' my baby right now
Free my motherfuckin' nigga
Free my dirty out that motherfuckin' slammer
My nigga gon' be home soon, causing hell on the streets, bitch
(Sool, we gotta run that shit) you know what the fuck goin' on
Say he facin' time, hell yeah, I'ma Skype somethin'
Soon as he come home from the pen', I let him bite somethin'
That's my baby, hell yeah, we in love
First day home, let him shoot up the club (bop, bop, bop, bop)
Heard that nigga on the fifth floor, let me kite him
When I don't hear from my nigga, I write him
He a bad boy, I don't care, that's how I like 'em
Yeah, free my nigga 'til it's backwards
Fuck the police, fuck the pigs, they some bastards
Send my nigga flicks, say, "My pussy and my ass hurt"
I need that dick, they need to free my nigga faster
(I need that dick, they need to free my nigga faster)
Free my nigga, free my nigga
Only if he knew that this ass gettin' thicker
Free my nigga, free my nigga
Gone for too long, need to get home quicker
Free my nigga, free my nigga
When I visit him, I stuff my ass with the jiggas
Free my nigga, free my nigga
Tat' his name on me, so you know it's gettin' realer
Acceptin' every call, fuck it, free my dawg (free him)
When he touch down, we gon' cash out at the mall (ball out)
Pigs always hatin', tell 'em, "Fuck 'em," bitch, we ball (fuck)
Hoes yellin', "Free him," but ain't tryna throw them paws (what's up?)
Real Securus Queen (real one), the realest on his team (Sexyy)
Free my baby daddy, he ain't do shit, fuck you mean? (Bitch)
And I need some dick (huh?), free that man quick (ayy, Sexyy)
All the jail calls got me playin' with my clit'
Ride or die for my nigga, shoot that fire for my nigga (on Blood)
I get on the stand and I lie for my nigga (yeah)
Ride or die for my nigga, shoot that fire for my nigga
I get on the stand and I lie for my nigga (Sexyy)
Free my nigga, free my nigga
Only if he knew that this ass gettin' thicker
Free my nigga, free my nigga
Gone for too long, need to get home quicker
Free my nigga, free my nigga
When I visit him, I stuff my ass with the jiggas
Free my nigga, free my nigga
Tat' his name on me, so you know it's gettin' realer
"Free Dada"
Say, "Free Dada"
"Free Dada"
I'm missin' my baby right now
Free my motherfuckin' nigga
Free my dirty out that motherfuckin' slammer
My nigga gon' be home soon, causing hell on the streets, bitch
(Sool, we gotta run that shit) you know what the fuck goin' on
Say he facin' time, hell yeah, I'ma Skype somethin'
Soon as he come home from the pen', I let him bite somethin'
That's my baby, hell yeah, we in love
First day home, let him shoot up the club (bop, bop, bop, bop)
Heard that nigga on the fifth floor, let me kite him
When I don't hear from my nigga, I write him
He a bad boy, I don't care, that's how I like 'em
Yeah, free my nigga 'til it's backwards
Fuck the police, fuck the pigs, they some bastards
Send my nigga flicks, say, "My pussy and my ass hurt"
I need that dick, they need to free my nigga faster
(I need that dick, they need to free my nigga faster)
Free my nigga, free my nigga
Only if he knew that this ass gettin' thicker
Free my nigga, free my nigga
Gone for too long, need to get home quicker
Free my nigga, free my nigga
When I visit him, I stuff my ass with the jiggas
Free my nigga, free my nigga
Tat' his name on me, so you know it's gettin' realer
Acceptin' every call, fuck it, free my dawg (free him)
When he touch down, we gon' cash out at the mall (ball out)
Pigs always hatin', tell 'em, "Fuck 'em," bitch, we ball (fuck)
Hoes yellin', "Free him," but ain't tryna throw them paws (what's up?)
Real Securus Queen (real one), the realest on his team (Sexyy)
Free my baby daddy, he ain't do shit, fuck you mean? (Bitch)
And I need some dick (huh?), free that man quick (ayy, Sexyy)
All the jail calls got me playin' with my clit'
Ride or die for my nigga, shoot that fire for my nigga (on Blood)
I get on the stand and I lie for my nigga (yeah)
Ride or die for my nigga, shoot that fire for my nigga
I get on the stand and I lie for my nigga (Sexyy)
Free my nigga, free my nigga
Only if he knew that this ass gettin' thicker
Free my nigga, free my nigga
Gone for too long, need to get home quicker
Free my nigga, free my nigga
When I visit him, I stuff my ass with the jiggas
Free my nigga, free my nigga
Tat' his name on me, so you know it's gettin' realer
Credits
Writer(s): Janae N. Wherry, Ariel Imani Moffett, Latisha Gabrielle Waller, Tyson Kong, Andre Daleon Powell, Martin Alexander Pitt, Juan Madrid, Rasool Diaz, Ryan Press
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