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letra de free my nigga - sexyy red

[intro]
say f—, say, “free my daddy”
“free dada”
say, “free dada”
“free dada”
i’m missin’ my baby right now
free my motherf-ckin’ n-gga
free my dirty out that motherf-ckin’ slammer
my n-gga gon’ be home soon, causing h-ll on the streets, b-tch
(sool, we gotta run that sh-t)
you know what the f-ck goin’ on

[verse 1]
say he facin’ time, h-ll yeah, i’ma skype somethin’
soon as he come home from the pen’, i let him bite somethin’
that’s my baby, h-ll yeah, we in love
first day home, let him shoot up the club (bop, bop, bop, bop)
heard that n-gga on the fifth floor, let me kite him
when i don’t hear from my n-gga, i write him
he a bad boy, i don’t care, that’s how i like ’em
yeah, free my n-gga ’til it’s backwards
f-ck the police, f-ck the pigs, they some b-st-rds
send my n-gga fl!cks, say, “my p-ssy and my ass hurt”
i need that d-ck, they need to free my n-gga faster
(i need that d-ck, they need to free my n-gga faster)
[chorus]
free my n-gga, free my n-gga
only if he knew that this ass gettin’ thicker
free my n-gga, free my n-gga
gone for too long, need to get home quicker
free my n-gga, free my n-gga
when i visit him, i stuff my ass with the jiggas
free my n-gga, free my n-gga
tat’ his name on me, so you know it’s gettin’ realer

[verse 2]
acceptin’ every call, f-ck it, free my dawg (free him)
when he touch down, we gon’ cash out at the mall (ball out)
pigs always hatin’, tell ’em, “f-ck ’em,” b-tch, we ball (f-ck)
hoes yellin’, “free him,” but ain’t tryna throw them paws (what’s up?)
real securus queen (real one), the realest on his team (s-xyy)
free my baby daddy, he ain’t do sh-t, f-ck you mean? (b-tch)
and i need some d-ck (huh?), free that man quick (ayy, s-xyy)
all the jail calls got me playin’ with my cl-t’

[bridge]
ride or die for my n-gga, shoot that fire for my n-gga (on blood)
i get on the stand and i lie for my n-gga (yeah)
ride or die for my n-gga, shoot that fire for my n-gga
i get on the stand and i lie for my n-gga (s-xyy)
[chorus]
free my n-gga, free my n-gga
only if he knew that this ass gettin’ thicker
free my n-gga, free my n-gga
gone for too long, need to get home quicker
free my n-gga, free my n-gga
when i visit him, i stuff my ass with the jiggas
free my n-gga, free my n-gga
tat’ his name on me, so you know it’s gettin’ realer

- sexyy red

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