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Freaky Dancer (feat. Trina) - LightSkinKeisha

Freaky Dancer (feat. Trina)

LightSkinKeisha

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Lyric

(Real Forever)

Brrrr, Big Bank

Beish! The fuck?

Pull my wig off when we fucking, leave 'em cumming

Queen Latifah braids, set it off in my bonnet

Licking on my neck, I'm in his ear like how you want it

I'ma hop on up on it, I'ma ride it like I own it, yo

Freaky dancer dancin' for money

Do what you want me to do, ouu, ouu, ouu

Freaky dancer dancin' for money

Freaky dancer, fuck me with my hands up

Ain't no way in hell I give this pussy up for free

Frito ain't no laying up, just give them chips to me

He be geeking for attention, gave me brain like SAT

Bitch I'm from Atlanta, I'm the baddest ten I see

In my bag, I been Gucci, pockets big as Raspusia

I get nasty off that liquor, shit get wet as jacuzzi

I need diamonds, perfect timing, and Chanel for this coochie

I'm a dime, he do crime and go to jail for this pussy

Chocolate chip, he wanna dip, he like the smell of this cookie

I'ma dog 'em like the vet, I'on fuck with no rookies

Catch a nut and call his Uber, can't get too involved

He in love, I just duck that nigga when he call

Pull my wig off when we fucking, leave 'em cumming

Queen Latifah braids, set it off in my bonnet

Licking on my neck, I'm in his ear like how you want it

I'ma hop on up on it, I'ma ride it like I own it, yo

Freaky dancer dancin' for money

Do what you want me to do, ouu, ouu, ouu

Freaky dancer dancin' for money

Freaky dancer, fuck me with my hands up

Fuck me with my hands up

Nigga, pull your pants up

Breathing hard and stroking it

And that dick won't even stand up

Fuck out my house, 'fore I call yo' baby mama

Trust me, she don't want these problems

She can't handle all this drama

Gimme them racks, gimme them stacks

Not giving the loot, not pulling no tracks

Couldn't touch or smell this mango pussy from the front or back

Uh, 747 fly out, I'm in Paris

I come with a lot of baggage, got a mean designer fetish

Uh, Gucci on this pussy, Chanel on these nipples

I never match designers, that's complicated, I'm simple

I like a lot of cash, niggas like a lot of ass

If you introduce that dick better have a fucking bag, yeah

Pull my wig off when we fucking, leave 'em cumming

Queen Latifah braids, set it off in my bonnet

Licking on my neck, I'm in his ear like how you want it

I'ma hop on up on it, I'ma ride it like I own it, yo

Freaky dancer dancin' for money

Do what you want me to do, ouu, ouu, ouu

Freaky dancer dancin' for money

Freaky dancer, fuck me with my hands up

- It's already the end -