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Freaky Video (MV)




Performed By: PRTTY BOYS
Length: 3:28
Written by: ALEXANDER JOHN MARTINEZ, JOHNIE B PHILLIPS




PRTTY BOYS - Freaky Lyrics




She dancing like a stripper
She on me like a sticker
She know I'm off that liquor
She get that paper like a printer, like a sprinter
(She run it up, run it up)

She tryin to get the bands so she do the rain dance
She want the bands she don't want the romance
God damn, no hands
She don't need no man

She got Benji, she got Fendi
She got Gucci, she got Louis
She got Prada (and what?)
She fell in love with them commas

And she a very freaky girl
Don't bring her to momma
She whip it slow, dip it low,
Do anything for dollars and

She know what she like
Addicted to the lights
Please believe me
She too freaky, freaky

She way too freaky, freaky
She gettin freaky, freaky
She too freaky, freaky

(Anything for dollars)

She stepped in the club with one thing
On her mind that's leave with something
She bounce bounce to the beat
I'm in the building and I'm feeling like yee

I'm in the building and she feeling on me
White tee blue jeans and nike (yadadamean?)
Is you rollin? Bitch I might me
And I'm reeked up gettin freaked up

Pop that, shake that, take that money
Straight to the bank, bank, bank
You be killin em like bang bang
When she put it on me, "Aww mane"

She f*ck it up, f*ck it up
She ride it like NASCAR buckle up
Look at that bubble butt, I'm tryin to double up
Make it a triple play dip with a couple of freaks

(Spadez, in this, bitch)

She a very freaky girl
Don't bring her to momma
She whip it slow, dip it low
Do anything for dollars and

She know what she like
Addicted to the lights
Please believe me
She too freaky, freaky

She way too freaky, freaky
She gettin freaky, freaky
She too freaky, freaky

(Anything for dollars)
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She dancing like a stripper
She on me like a sticker
She know I'm off that liquor
She get that paper like a printer, like a sprinter
(She run it up, run it up)

She tryin to get the bands so she do the rain dance
She want the bands she don't want the romance
God damn, no hands
She don't need no man

She got Benji, she got Fendi
She got Gucci, she got Louis
She got Prada (and what?)
She fell in love with them commas

And she a very freaky girl
Don't bring her to momma
She whip it slow, dip it low,
Do anything for dollars and

She know what she like
Addicted to the lights
Please believe me
She too freaky, freaky

She way too freaky, freaky
She gettin freaky, freaky
She too freaky, freaky

(Anything for dollars)

She stepped in the club with one thing
On her mind that's leave with something
She bounce bounce to the beat
I'm in the building and I'm feeling like yee

I'm in the building and she feeling on me
White tee blue jeans and nike (yadadamean?)
Is you rollin? Bitch I might me
And I'm reeked up gettin freaked up

Pop that, shake that, take that money
Straight to the bank, bank, bank
You be killin em like bang bang
When she put it on me, "Aww mane"

She f*ck it up, f*ck it up
She ride it like NASCAR buckle up
Look at that bubble butt, I'm tryin to double up
Make it a triple play dip with a couple of freaks

(Spadez, in this, bitch)

She a very freaky girl
Don't bring her to momma
She whip it slow, dip it low
Do anything for dollars and

She know what she like
Addicted to the lights
Please believe me
She too freaky, freaky

She way too freaky, freaky
She gettin freaky, freaky
She too freaky, freaky

(Anything for dollars)
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Writer: ALEXANDER JOHN MARTINEZ, JOHNIE B PHILLIPS
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