, I'm a freak I'm a freak, I'm a freak, I'm a freak, I'm a freak I'm a freak, I'm a freak, no 'cause I'm a freak yeah I'm a freak, I'm a freak, no 'cause
Översättning: Dagar från den nya. Freak.
can't see With your nose in my business Your ass in my space Your life as my problem Your foot in my face I won't I can't I'm lost I'm a freak Trust
New Orleans I can't lie, I lust for things Like an old-school black Old Cut supreme Or an iced-out G shock and a custom ring And a freak with an ass that
tenements Now I'm swimmin in, all the women that be tens (hoo) Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men Now my divi-dends be the new Benjamins (uh
then suck my.... Dictations how I write my raps Cold maxin' with two freaks upon my lap Chillin' on the phone,bookin' more def shows An' if the freaks get illy I smack the.... Whole days
get stuck It's fucked up, at least one of us lucked up I keep it crooked seven days a week You wanna get married? I got a little freak that'll do what
same 808 clap And how do we adapt and get TRL votes When 13 year olds control the remote And Ashley's got a brand new nose We gotta put some new em-phasis
in their mouth, so I guess it's fuck what they say I'm high as a bitch, up, up and away, man, I come down in a couple of days Ok, you want me up in the
, I'll probably be a freak And let you get on top of me, get her rockin' these Nights full of Alize, a livin' legend You ain't heard about these niggaz play these Cali days
those days Just one of those, one of those days It's just one of those days (Just one of those, one of those days) It's just one of those days (Just
it again) Okay, I remember the days (let's do it again) High rights, low lefts, even stevens and fades (do it a) Troops, Lottos, and BK's, those was the days
I'm out here grindin') I ain't splitting nothing with nobody homie I gotta get me me (Cause I'm out here grindin') I ain't slept in 8 days I can go for
Slowly as Sir Luscious step up like a Q-Dawg A-town's up, deuces down it's the new call And you can dial 1-888-cut-something I'm your kinky operator when
Hmm, whoa, yeah, oh baby, hmm, oh I read you wrong You said you'd only be away a while But the days turned into weeks And all the weeks into miles Baby
Runnin' niggaz over like Christine (Sorry) I mix the green with the last piece of hashish, ass-burning Hoes in my black mink, your baby momma lovin' my backseat Freak
need a freak (Oh) To hold me tight (Oh) I need a freak for seven days and seven nights (Oh) I need a freak (Oh) That will not choke (Oh) I need a freak
say so? Somebody gotta shine my nigga, why not me? Even my dentist told me, "Floss seven days a week" Freeza brought out the piece, Gucci and hat sweet Butter soft leather seats for trash talkin' freaks
