BERNER - Certified Freak lyrics
rate meFt. Juicy J, Chevy Woods
[Hook] x 2
She ain’t even gotta speak, I can see it on her face
She a certified freak
It only took me bout a week, got her in between the sheets
She a certified freak
Head so good I got my eyes closed
I’ma go raw and let the dice roll
36 hunned for the smoke bag, 2 for the go
Yeah I’m still blowing old cash
I’m prolly in the old school, weed lick,
Candy paint on the chrome shoes
12 packs, 35 stacks, mix zam with the gyn
It’s why I didn’t call back
Strong pack, city in my ball cap
30 round drummer, make a hater wanna fall back
Boss shit, me I let my bread talk
Fed high, they want me in the cellblock
2 bitches on my dick, yeah I love freaks
Bitches cash out just to fuck me
And she ain’t even gotta speak
I layed her on the couch and I beat
She a certified freak
[Hook] x 2
She ain’t even gotta speak, I can see it on her face
She a certified freak
It only took me bout a week, got her in between the sheets
She a certified freak
Rolling cookie, pouring up Caesar
Bad yellow bitch with my hand up on skyzer
Let my seat back and the hoe gonna slizzer
She do it too good, I can’t be a fizzers
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 gonna get hurt
I will save no hoe, I ain’t no church
Juicy J pimping shit that’s all a nigga know
We be so loud that’s all a nigga smoke
No rehab for me all I need is dope
She ain’t giving up the head, you can keep the hoe
Keep the hoe, keep the hoe,
She ain’t giving up the head, you can keep the hoe
Keep the hoe, keep the hoe, keep the hoe
She ain’t giving up the head, you can keep the hoe
[Hook] x 2
She ain’t even gotta speak, I can see it on her face
She a certified freak
It only took me bout a week, got her in between the sheets
She a certified freak
Ah, I pull my socks up and made some popcorn
Tryina sauce on your chicken in a hot sauce
She dancing like she wanna have a nigga baby
Word to my nigga berner told the bitch you mainy
It’s only one reason for this phone call,
Turn some pitbull on her she get lockjaw
I’m on some taylor shit, kicks with the gator prints
Say you getting all this money nigga what you make of it?
I’m balling like a motherfucker then it’s ride
She on her 9 to 5 and that’s on her back
Tilt your head back, take a shot it is
I’m on my 6 man like I’m off the bench
While the club going dumb that’s you baby father
Tell him I’m just tryina function, word to 40 water
All these bottles in this bitch you’s a wanna be
But let me get back to a Shawty going front of me, hey, hey
