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letra de freak for it - ydc

[intro: young gatsby]
yeah, look
ay, she been trynna f-ck
dam, you cuffed you a sl-t (ooff)
she pulling out the camera
that ain’t yours anymore because yo

[hook: ydc]
girl hit my line, she tryna get physical
if i hit that one time best believe its critical
she tryna steal my heart but she a bad criminal
won’t ever see me after that, ima ghost invisible
no ghost writer, lyrics is original
ran out of smoke, my vision isn’t visible
and i spit true facts, your sh-t is fictional
seen you in the flesh, i can tell you ain’t with it bro

[verse 1: young gatsby]
tired of these fakes all around me (f-ck off)
saying they rap, is more annoying than astounding (yeah yeah bullsh-t)
alright, keep clowning
talking like you living it
honestly that’s a fallacy
so ima point out a couple actualities
put her on her knees let her experience majesty (i did)
wait she looks familiar, seen her on your ig (is that that one b-tch?)
sh-t, i’m just trynna get hyphy
this the same chick tell your homies “that’s wifey” (wow)
barley met this b-tch already saying that she like me (wow)
she sl!ck, too thickthat’s why we
ran a d-mn train on your girl that’s right g
ydc passed her on to young gatsby (he did)
after that we dropped her off grand no backseat (we did)
break it to you only way i can let him have it
sorry man you cuffed yourself a ratchet
[hook: ydc]
your girl hit my line, she tryna get physical
if i hit that one time best believe its critical
she tryna steal my heart but she a bad criminal
won’t ever see me after that, ima ghost invisible
no ghost writer, lyrics is original
ran out of smoke, my vision isn’t visible
and i spit true facts, your sh-t is fictional
seen you in the flesh, i can tell that you ain’t with it bro

[verse 2: ydc]
chains is all icy, freezin off my neck (icy)
got the stacks comin in, time to collect (racks)
callin me up, better be talkin bout a check (stacks)
otherwise i ain’t hearin sh-t like i’m deaf
everybody know i run this sh-t, no cardio
shrooms make my ego bigger like
mario (yeah)
boys strapped up somethin like
sicario
all about our business, we really
like to party tho
came up from nothin, i’m really
from the gutter
voture with the beats, yeah he really
like a brother
out of city chicks, wanna be some
distant lovers
committed to the music, no time to
love another
one night stands, your girl a
freak for it (ay)
she tellin you lies, she gotta
sneak or it (ay)
hair did make up done, she on
fleek for it
hits me up like every day of the
week for it
i go deeper than deep, i make her
shriek for it (oof)
legs shakin & quakin, make her
weak for it (oof)
she switchin it up, different
techniques for it (d-mn)
pop her all night long, put her to
sleep for it (for real)
then i send her home, b-tch a
ratchet (go home)
p-ssy ruined if you want it you
can have it!
i just find another b-tch & get
back at it
what can i say f-ckin b-tches is a f-ckin habit ah!
[hook: ydc]
your girl hit my line, she tryna get physical
if i hit that one time best believe its critical
she tryna steal my heart but she a bad criminal
won’t ever see me after that, ima ghost invisible
no ghost writer, lyrics is original
ran out of smoke, my vision isn’t visible
and i spit true facts, your sh-t is fictional
seen you in the flesh, i can tell that you ain’t with it bro

- ydc

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