She DTF cause she's down to feel That aromatic, now unlock it baby this is for real Are you a freak, or what? I'm just a squirrel tryna get a nut You crack me up Are you a freak? So am I So could we see eye to eye? Why don't you swing, swing side to

How do you? He's bitter and twisted, he knows what he wants He wants to be loved and he wants to belong He wants you to listen, he wants us to weep And he was a stupid baby who turned into a powerful freak But how do you? He lives with his mother, but we

Now don't you even act like you don't wanna get up You better get out on the dancefloor show me what you got 'Cause I don't even want too much just for y'all to understand A party ain't a party if I'm not in the party So I need to see some hands All I

You in my freak dreams What the fuck right now? Would everybody start fuckin'? This that rap god shit nigga I rip every one of these motherfuckers down Aye, rah, rah, rah Close eyes, see things Fire up, tweaking

Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks (new socks) Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top (skrt, skrt) I can't love a bitch, trust no thot (no thot) Never bring a freak to your spot (whoop, whoop) Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops I don't do no

Da da da da da, da, da da da, da da da, da da da da da da da da I’m a snake, I’m a tricky little freak, I’m a killer you won’t see me as I slither down the street I make noise and I’m poised like a train as you please, I make heat when I tweet I am the

Seven-days-a-week ho I'm a bad influence, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Bet I'll make you do it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Know you said you wouldn't, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Not a freak ho (freak ho) Seven-days-a-week, but I bet not today My shawty is a good girl

I just wanna freak you with the lights on Girl, you know you bad Like the mic's on right Hope you don't mind I keep my Nikes on, right We can film it all on my IPhone 5 Let me hit in the front Let me hit in the back now To the middle of the club

Your bad ass ain't getting nothing for Christmas (ain't getting none) Your bad ass ain't getting nothing for Christmas (not none) Your bad ass ain't getting nothing for Christmas (freaky girl, ayy, freaky girl) Your bad ass ain't getting nothing for

They call me King Hov, copy? Your body is my hobby We're freakin' Tell your girls you're leaving I'll meet you in the lobby I'm so cold, yeah you that hot tottie Hot tottie (hot tottie) Hot tottie (thought I'd never fall in love, thought I'd never fall