Lyrics:
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
and my dog been starving (starving)
Homie we ready to eat (eat)
Came with a k and a 9 (9)
But naw ion fuck with police (never)
These niggas talking huh
on the prize
Glock number nine
Watch me make it rain champagne showers
Outside yea we outside
I ain’t just trying to be getting by
All I see is green yea I’m
out
Dawg another platinum song again
10-9 man number 1 I'm taking place
I smoke my lungs out
I'm ready fa whatever
We can bang out
I got my
that'll suck dick
I just want a big fat crib and a race car
Thirty five pounds by the window of my AR
I got a fresh new stash of endless cash
They try
know by living
In the neighborhood familiar
With those sounds we knew it was gunshots
So automatically you know we started
Taking cover because we
Didn't
out
One, two, three, four
(Kick your door, get on the floor)
Five, six, seven, eight
(Don't make no noise, I'll eat your face)
Nine, ten, eleven
eight months for a burner? It's going down
Why they selling niggas CD's for under a dime?
And if it's all love, daddy, why you come with your 9?
Why my
eight months for a burner? It's going down
Why they selling niggas CD's for under a dime?
And if it's all love, daddy, why you come with your 9?
Why my
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
out the TP
Uh, remember them old days, Sandy Spring, my auntie in, TCP
Real live, I'm a 108, baby
Man, give me my credit, the flow is lean
Niggas really
up at Atmore . No, they just give 'em a number. So I'm going to tell you all about a couple of friends of mine now. Tell you about old Fifty. Look out
hiding? It's inconvenient, but I've been biding my time
Thinking that I've been sliding by, trying to cover up my crimes
Committed against humanity,
reintroducing
Life done took a toll
Now I'm gettin old
That's how it gotta be
Look me in my eyes
Tell me who you see
Brand new QT
Yea
Yea
Back and forth we go
I'm
Roger, roger. Calling, calling, roger, roger, can you read me?
78-78-9, 78-78-9, do you read me? Roger, major!
This is Modern Talking spaceship
number nine, temple number nine
I'm the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream is my specialty
When I go ooh-wah, ooh-wah, ooh-wah
Girls wanna get
Nigga where i come from everybody struggle
How you gone make it out determined by yo hussle
When you make it to the top now everybody love you
When
I'm so tired of your lies
There getting old
I've made my mind up
Baby
I've made my mind up
You play the role
Oscar chick
But he's no me
So keep your
resume
Brand new chickens all day like I'm Chick-Fil-A
Spot open up, weed given on the weekend
Even on Sunday unlike Chick-Fil-A
Don't you want a 9 piece
empty the store for some new closet fillers
That Saint Laurent, Number Nine, Van Noten denim
My old shit was wack, your new shit vanilla
It's making me
to plan it this way
His number's always been number two, and guess what he goin', number two
To the Lakers baby, here we come
Ever since a child your
Yo
Hey yo, you all remember Shiro
Down low the money
Snaked by his girl and the friend he called his right hand
Things have been different from
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
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