Baby Bash - Certified Freak lyrics

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'm a go raw and let the dice roll 35 hunned for the smoke bag, 2 for the go Yeah I'm still blowing old cash I'm prolly in the old school, weed lit, Candy paint on the chrome shoes 12 packs, 35 stacks, mix xan with the gin That's why I didn't call back Strong pack, city in my ball cap 30 round drummer, make a hater wanna fall back Boss sh**, me I let my bread talk Fed hot, they want me in the cell locked 2 b**hes on my dick, yeah I love freaks b**hes cash out just to f** me And she ain't even gotta speak I layed her on the couch and I beat She a certified freak 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 Rollin up cookie, pouring up sysurrp Bad yellow b**h with my hand up her skizzirt Let my seat back and the hoe gonna slizzerp She do it too good, I can't be a fizzers Do it so good I'm a put that chick to work Put her in the strip club, let the b**h twerk The money ain't straight then she gonna get hurt I won't save no hoe, I ain't no church Juicy j pimping sh** that's all a n***a know Weed be so loud that's all a n***a 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 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 n***a baby Word to my n***a berner told the b**h you mainy It's only one reason for this phone call, Turn some pitbull on an she get lockjaw I'm on some taylor sh**, kicks with the gator prints Say you getting all this money n***a what you make of it? I'm balling like a motherf**er, Dennis Rodman She on her 9 to 5 and that's on her job Tilt your head back, take a shot a this I'm on my 6 man, like I'm off the bench Why the club going dumb that's you baby father? Tell him I'm just tryina function, word to 40water All these bottles in this b**h you's a wanna be But let me get back to a shawty going front of me, hey, hey