Super Freaky Girl (Queen Mix) Song Details:
Super Freaky Girl (Queen Mix) Lyrics
She is alright (Ayo)
That girl’s alright with me
(This the queen mix right here)
Miami, Boston, Chicago, Atlanta, New York
Stand the fu*ck up (Yeah)
Ayo (Brr, oop, hey, hey, hey, hey)
I can l!ck it
I can ride it while you slipping and sliding
I can do all them little tricks
And keep the d!ck up inside it
You can smack it, you can grip it
You can go down and kiss it
And every time he leave me alone
He always tell me he miss it
He want a F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)
A-K, A-K, A-K
E-A-K (Freaky girl)
F-R-E— (Uh, JT)
Pink pu$$y, pink coupe, no roof
Made him eat my pu$$y leaving NOBU
Maxed out his card, fuck the total (Yeah) Pulled up for a check, pu$$y mobile Freak b!tch, legs up, cash too (Cash) N!ggas eye fuck me when I pass through (Eye)
CC this pu$$y, you a bad n!gga
Can’t be broke and be my n!gga (No)
Neck froze, ah, yeah, coast
I’ma bad b!tch, get him for his pin numbers
Eat the pu$$y, beat the pu$$y, drill drummer
Big racks, all I’ma tryna get from him
Yo, Nick’? (What up, JT?)
You the winner (Thank you)
And I’m the princess of this sh!t
And a motherfu*cking gang member
Ha, haha, haha, ha
Brr, haha
F-F-Freak
(Gang, gang got the hammer and the wrench)
Some gyal ah freak, gyal ah freak
(Why you body that verse like that?)
Gyal ah freak, freak, freak, freak
(Nicki, Nicki, BIA)
I’ma take the whole thing
If I’m taking the d!ck
(I’ma take it, I’ma take it)
And I got ninety-nine problems
Accept for making it fit (Oh)
I see some b!tches, mini-me’s
And it’s making me sick (Ew)
I’m just the realest b!tch
You seen with Nicki taking a pic (Barbia)
I like all my diamonds dancing (Uh)
They wanna know if we fuck in a masion Mmm, ask Nicki If I’m in the room, then sh!t get sticky I’m so bad I could touch myself again Fuck myself like the Clermont twins (Uh)
He wanna fu*ck on all my friends (Uh)
I’m too rich for an OnlyFans
Ayo, Drillary Clinton
I’m a very freaky girl
So don’t bring me to mommas (Uh-huh)
If I pull up with that bl!cky
Sitcking out of my Prada (Bang-bang)
And I ain’t going
If you broke so go get you some dollars (Okay)
I get my own, you know the saying
“Mo Money, Mo Problems”
He like them freaky, pu$$y squeaky
Give me that tongue, make it leaky
I make it wet, nickname Fiji (Ooh)
Let him record me, turn it to me, me (Yeah)
Now he only seeing me, me
Out on his man, I told him to leave me (On God)
You don’t love me, you love that I’m freaky
Can’t play with my heart
Better play with your wee-wee
Hahahaha, AK
Told him, “Leave that b!tch alone
She ain’t fucking you right” (Fuck her)
You can beat it
But you gotta wear a glove like Mike (Yeah)
You know the d!ck real good
He be doing it right (I’m on it)
I’m talking doing it
And doing it and doing it (Ooh)
While his b!tch blowing up
My phone every other night (Uh-huh)
But I can’t argue with no bum b!tch
I’m cool J take a LL (Fu*ck, yeah)
And I’m too player to ever kiss and tell (Shh)
Them n!ggas spend a forty right at Chanel
Then I send him back to you like, “Farewell”
He give me left strokes, back strokes
Put that D all down my throat (Yeah)
No gag reflex, I ain’t never gonna choke (Ooh)
Bad a$$ b!tch, I ain’t never going broke (Ow)
F-R-E-A-K
Can’t mention the freak without AK
That’s ‘Bar, b!tch
Freak, f-f-freak
(How you gonna say
“No gag reflex, ain’t never gonna choke? Haha)
Some gyal ah freak, gyal ah freak, gyal ah freak
Gyal ah, gyal ah—, freak, freak, freak
Ayo, New York, Malii
He wanna eat it, if he bite
I’ma turn around and fight him
I’ma put this pu$$y on him
Have him sleeping like NyQuil
What’s up daddy? He like mami
I jacked UE’s from Biden
I’m like, “Oh, just keep me fly”
Drippy styling, profiling, uh
‘Cause these b!tches be eaters and bottom feeders (Uh)
I been had stripes like I’m down with Adidas (Uh)
B!tches on my body ‘Cause it’s follow the leader (Uh)
N!ggas on my body ‘Cause I’m hot like a heater
Price going up like a cab with a meter
Bad lil’ bitty, they be fiending to meet her
Bad lil’ bitty, they be fiending to be her
Whole lotta money like Nicki and BIA
Keep your two cents, b!tch, this ain’t a meter
I ain’t talking Spanish when I say, “Señorita”
Told that b!tch ghost writer, “Yo, send your reader”
Oh, you ain’t know, ho? Ask Wikipedia
These b!tches hungry, guess I’m just greedier
These b!tches ugly, my b!tches prettier
Horseback riding, I be like, “Giddy up”
When I touch a city, paint it red like graffiti up
I ain’t gotta beg for sympathy from the media
Eediat, mm-mm, haha, ha, hahaha, ha, haha
Mm-mm, mm-mm