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Certified Freak (feat. Juicy J, Chevy Woods)

She ain't even gotta speak, I can see it on her face

She a certified freak (Certified freak)

It only took me about a week

Got her in between the sheets

She a certified freak (Certified freak)Head so good I got my eyes close

I'ma go raw and let the dice roll

35 hundred for the smoke bag

2 for the coat yeah I'm still blowing old cash

I'm probably in an old school, weed lit

Candy paint on them chrome shoes (chrome shoes)

12 Packs, 35 Stacks

Mixed Xan with the Gin that's why I didn't call back

Strong pack, city on my ball cap

Thirty round drummer make a hater wanna fall back

Boss shit, me I let my bread talk

Fed high, they want me in the cell locked

Two bitches on my dick yeah I love freaks

Bitches cash out just to fuck me

And she ain't even gotta speak

I laid her on the couch and I beat

She a certified freak

Rolling up cookie, pouring up sizzurp

Bad yellow bitch with my hand up her skizzert

Let my seat back and the ho gonna slizzurp

She do it too good I can't be a [?]

Do it so good I'ma put that chick to work

Put her in the strip club let the bitch twerk

The money ain't straight then she gone get hurt

I won't save no ho, I ain't no chruch (Never!)

Juicy J pimping shit that's all a nigga know

Weed be so loud that's all a nigga smoke (you know it)

No rehab for me all I need is dope

She ain't giving up the head you can keep the ho

Keep the ho, keep the ho

She ain't giving up the head you can keep the ho (freak)

Keep the ho, keep the ho

She ain't giving up the head you can keep the ho

I pulled my socks up and made some popcorn

Trying to sauce on your chicken and that's hot sauce

She dancing like she wanna have a nigga baby

Word to my nigga Berner told the bitch [?]

There is only reason for this phone call

Turn some PitBull on and she get lockjaw

I'm on some Taylor shit, kicks with the gator print

Say you getting all this money nigga what you make of it

I'm balling like a mother fucker, Dennis Rod

She on the 9 to 5 and that's on her job

Tilt your head back, take a shot of this

I'm on my sixth man, like I'm off the bench

While the club going dumb that's your baby father

Tell him I'm just trying to function word to 40 water

All these bottles and this bitch you's a wanna be

But let me get back to what shortie doing in front of me

Aye, aye, aye, aye

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