Mel Perry - Freaky Friends lyrics

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The King is on the beat boy

Nigger

..... so be gang nigger

You know waht it is man

My nigger should be probably smogin.....wanna be

Ha!

Yeah!

Started from a trap

Now I rap nigger

Naaa!

I got fourty bags in my back

Get it so, whip it hard

Get the job done

You ain't never spark none

Yo just like a top gun

That's if get she rip it

A part from ..... town

A friend in mom's house

A large mouth ain't shit for small paper

Hit the mall

It's time to bowl above the kitchen

Enough flavours

That can fall from....baby

Boy save it!

Watch ya nigger moves

These hoes pickin' shoes

All my niggers winnin'

We ain't get to loose

It's that nigger....

Him gonna give'em hell

Your boyfriend a lame

He won't ring a bell

Like a switcher bonner

Gucci ain't thing

Married to the money

Gucci wearing ring

Lucy.... thing

Just sit back and watch

I need everythin'

We do this everyday

Milf fingers to the law

Won't catch me again

Nigger call

Get you off

We won't speak again

Have my brother against the wall

We gonna meet again

To my speaker brain

Awww

She got freaky friends

She got freaky friends

She got freaky friends

Tell my bitch to bring them all

She got freaky friends

She got freaky friends

Hello bitch!

She got freaky friends

Tell my bitch to bring them all

Tibi in squad

I see a

I don't really fuck with niggers

Pistol on my left

I'm just tryin to get my money nigger

Lot of niggers bitch I sweaped

They ain't really fuckin' with me

Now they bitches talkin' with me

Look what they can't a.....

Drop out, draft out

Damn I love my champ out

Eiiii, what?

Cocaine

Make them junkies pass out

..........................................

Hey, you know we bring them girls out

So much thirties

You can call us the Thirty Gang

All my niggers drive me

I swear these's the Thirty Gang

Dazity, rughby

Black semi-automatic

Hit us, shoot straight

Take with us, shoot staight

Hell yeah!

I do things

Haters asks from were my young niggers

Kickind those

It just gets to shoot'em

.............

Roby come easy to me

Like.........I shoot'em

We're on this shit man

Fuck you fuck niggers!

Milf fingers to the law

Won't cathc me again

Milf fingers to the law

Won't catch me again

Nigger call

Get you off

We won't speak again

Have my brother against the wall

We gonna meet again

To my speaker brain

Awww

She got freaky friends

She got freaky friends

She got freaky friends

Tell my bitch to bring them all

She got freaky friends

She got freaky friends

Tell my bitch to bring them all

She got freaky friends

Its gettin' hot now

Tell'em to turn the hot down

What the shit I ever wrote?

Feeling like a pot now

Cops is getting shot down

Like....

Locked down

I got a couple mouses for you

Nigger don't look at for you

Niggers try to get away

The only way

I'm makin' pay

We gonna sneeze fatih today

Mack work

Like spray away

I ain't have a......

So I'm packin' pistols

I know you niggers defence

Tell'em kid

You have dreams

Of fucking rock star

Till she met a black star

To the block party

Party at the tap floor

Only if you pop ma....

She gonna make it

Pop shorty

Show me what you got hommie

Yeah, I know it

Lie niggers

Only smoke with ma niggers

Fuck the whistle

Fly niggers

Rollin' up

Yo high with us

Its that nigger mail baby

He gonna give'em hell

Your boyfriend a lame bitch

He won't ring a bell

Milf fingers to the law

Won't catch me again

Nigger call

Get you off

We won't speak again

Have my brother against the wall

We gonna meet again

To my speaker brain

Awww

She got freaky friends

She got freaky friends

She got freaky friends

Tell my bitch to bring them all

She got freaky friends

She got freaky friends

She got freaky friends

Tell my bitch to bring them all

She got freaky friends