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letra de freaky girl - six ward von

[intro]
(woodondabeat)

[verse]
my granny called like, “boy, you worry me”
shout out to them n-ggas wanna murder me
if i ever see you out, it’s gon’ be first degree
ooh, i forgot i had a perc’ with me
i don’t want no more kids, nutted on her sheets
you ain’t never been lit, f-ck me on the beach
same n-ggas d-ck suckin’ want a verse from me
(d-mn, man, that sh-t f-cked up, bro)
i ain’t even trippin’, n-ggas still gettin’ stepped on
ain’t n0body f-ckin’ with your music, how you gettin’ slept on?
ayy, i’m aimin’ at your head, ain’t no point to have a vest on
i just lost my n-gga kai so i gotta keep my head on
big b’s, gucci, givenchy, dior
i deleted all her memories, i cannot restore ’em
you can’t block the shine, you gon’ just have to report ’em
i ain’t drinkin’ wockhardt today, i’m drinkin’ morton
n-ggas really lame, out here actin’ all important
i ain’t put on sh-t today, just bathing ape and jordans
it was hot out when we pulled up to the club, but now it’s storming
took them b-tches on a chase because i knew i had a warrant
you buy your work from him and you know he informant
you ain’t never drove a scat’, lil’ n-gga, gotta floor it
save that money, it’ll save you, put it up and store it
had a baby by a snitch, b-tches should’ve got aborted
feds really wanna put them bodies on us like boosie
b-tch, i’m a young fly n-gga like lucci
she suckin’ on my d-ck while i’m playin’ with her coochie
i just need a very freaky girl like gucci
she get it from her mama
first you get her name, then you get her number
then you get some brain in the backseat of the hummer
i grab her by her bundles every time i’m cummin’
boy, you d-mn near fifty, you ain’t almost up a hundred?
they like, “what that n-gga on?” ’cause he always up to somethin’
you let that n-gga terry bone, that be how you n-ggas comin’
you ain’t even got no money, n-gga, why you always frontin’?
you ain’t even got no money, n-gga, why you always actin’?
just lost my mama and my brother, reason why i ain’t been rappin’
you ain’t even got no gun, why you actin’ like a savage?
in the projects with twee, shoes off, playin’ madden

- six ward von

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