Juicy J & Asap Rocky & SUICIDEBOYS – Freaky текст песни

Chase Davis
Drop that b—h
Shut the f–k up
Shut the f–k up
Play me some of that Suicide Pimping
Juicemane, ASAP Rocky, SUICIDEBOYS
Y’all know what it is
Let’s

Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
“Down on the floor”
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
“Down on the floor”
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
“Down on the floor”
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs

B—h, you know I like that freaky s–t
I love a freaky b—h
Just get nasty for a n—a
B—h, I’m filthy rich
Don’t stop, pop that p—y
Make that money baby
F–k that conversation, make them n—-s compensate ya’
I’m in Magic City, I’m grabbing a-s and t—–s
I’m leaving King Of Diamonds, all them b—–s leaving with me
Can’t f–k in Tennessee, bet them b—–s remember me
I smoke a mild and make them pop up and drink Hennessey
Anything is possible, I got alot to blow
White girls on a lot of blow, that’s alot of snow
B—–s love to bust it open, that’s just what you gotta know
You ain’t tryna pop it hoe, b—h you know you gotta go

Cuz’ down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
“Down on the floor”
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
“Down on the floor”
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
“Down on the floor”
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs

From the south, she got weed for sale
Fix your weave and nails
Out the house, she got lean for sale
Pink codeine and syrup
In the drought, come f–k free for real
But for me it’s still, on the house
I didn’t cheap for real, without a re, you tell “run your mouth”
Hop in my vehicle, I put the d in tail
Burning out, I push the V6-12, I put the V in 12
200 miles, cuz’ if I see the twelve, my speed won’t leave a trail
Weurn around
Cuz if I- if I see the jail, I won’t see you girl
If I – if I meet your friend, then I won’t need you girl
If you- if you- if you give me threesome s–t, then I won’t leave you girl
You got a go
If you shy, then ride a stripper pole
There it go, real n—-s know
Real girls get down on the floor, on the floor

Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
“Down on the floor”
Do them freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs

I was (?) on that margarette
You thought that she was (?)
When she wanted something, yeah, I bought her it
Ruby beat the p—y with a bat, yeah, he slaughter it
Cutting up like back in f—–g class, but I’m smarter, b—h
Curve a f—–g hoe cuz’ she a duck it for, I want a part of it
It’s still f–k a hoe, she think my d–k some sort of parlour trick
It’s still run a w—e over with the foreign whip
Ask her how the tires f—–g taste, yeah, that’s the start, lil b—h
Ruby got the big body Benz, ain’t no parking it
She wants the kids inside her p—y, but there ain’t no parking it
Oh

Slob on my k–b, little b—h do your job
Suck it with skin, Where you f–k the hoe t-t
Rob you out your pockets
Whistle up the code, all my partnas dipped in gold
Hit my little bottom b—h, lesbo in the closet, still bouncing like hydraulics
Six-four knocking
All these hoes they Death Row ’94
Black, Asian, Persian, even white girls
Skin a savage, pimp with ’em, mink coat, walking with a limp
Cutthroat, rocket play dead, Uncle Juicemane
Still f–k a hoe, and that’s going to the grave
That’s going to the grave