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Raymi the Artist - Freaky Friday Lyrics



Raymi the Artist - Freaky Friday Lyrics
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Mmhmm
Yea I might be little
U Can catch me with them Big steppers
My niggas a kill for me
They Hot just like some big peppers
Never know who posted in that spot
This Chess not checkers
Catch me wit two baddies
If he lucky Triple deck em
Spot u
Spot u like a leopard
When I call yo phone to come
Collect it
He picked up the phone
Just know he let me
Now he cant forget me
He started to sweat me
Had to let him go
Because he started to upset me
No I dont do messy
But here come the weekend
U might catch me
Coming down I'm
Riding in that chevy
Old school know its heavy
He like baby call me when u ready
Drip so hard think I done broke the levy
Petite but Im heavy
On a Freaky Friday know its wetty
Killing bitches u should call me Freddy
Slurp it like spaghetti
N u know she mad, she jelly
He dont want that Pussy, its too smelly
They be Back tracking
If that lil shit ain't together
Send him Backpackin
Please dont call my phone cuz u be act actin
I dont want yo nigga tell him cash app me
Really I could carless
Red nose in a skirt
U know I'm fearless
Wondering if I keep that kitty hairless
Laying down my edges
N u looking dry u need some hairdress
Bitch u wana be me
U aint there yet (catch Up)
Gettin money is the motion
Now he wana sip on me get drunk
I got the potion
Causing a commotion
Cuz he wana gimme his devotion
But Im way too wavy like the ocean
And We dont tend to play fight
My bitches Yea they all bite
Might think ima stripper
Way I Like to keep That Pole tight
I cant f*ck wit niggas
Less he sipping on some ack right
He done hit this pussy
Now he stuck off in a twilight
U know im a monster
I be up late wit them vampires
All bout my guala
Chasing commas
Wit my hair tied
I move just like IYANA way
They want me in they damn life
Put his ass on chill now he claiming he got frost bite
I Got facts facts (before I asked)
Dont u dare lie
U don't want no smoke wit me
I'm lit just like a camp fire
Busy ducking haters
Nay sayers
They keep they mouth wide
Watch me kill these hoes
N I might do it wit my hands tied
Back n forth no option
Bitch im poppin
Like Some sprite
U done Got me started
Aint no stopping
Haters up tight
N they gone mad
Cuz bitch im bad
Im bout to take flight
N he call me sweetie
When he need me
Cuz he my type
On my line bout a bank roll
4 days hustling
Know I gotta get it
In the same clothes
Baddies rolling wit me
Different flavors like a rainbow
U know how this thang go
Dropping bars on these hoes
Bring the thunder like Im Shango
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Mmhmm
Yea I might be little
U Can catch me with them Big steppers
My niggas a kill for me
They Hot just like some big peppers
Never know who posted in that spot
This Chess not checkers
Catch me wit two baddies
If he lucky Triple deck em
Spot u
Spot u like a leopard
When I call yo phone to come
Collect it
He picked up the phone
Just know he let me
Now he cant forget me
He started to sweat me
Had to let him go
Because he started to upset me
No I dont do messy
But here come the weekend
U might catch me
Coming down I'm
Riding in that chevy
Old school know its heavy
He like baby call me when u ready
Drip so hard think I done broke the levy
Petite but Im heavy
On a Freaky Friday know its wetty
Killing bitches u should call me Freddy
Slurp it like spaghetti
N u know she mad, she jelly
He dont want that Pussy, its too smelly
They be Back tracking
If that lil shit ain't together
Send him Backpackin
Please dont call my phone cuz u be act actin
I dont want yo nigga tell him cash app me
Really I could carless
Red nose in a skirt
U know I'm fearless
Wondering if I keep that kitty hairless
Laying down my edges
N u looking dry u need some hairdress
Bitch u wana be me
U aint there yet (catch Up)
Gettin money is the motion
Now he wana sip on me get drunk
I got the potion
Causing a commotion
Cuz he wana gimme his devotion
But Im way too wavy like the ocean
And We dont tend to play fight
My bitches Yea they all bite
Might think ima stripper
Way I Like to keep That Pole tight
I cant f*ck wit niggas
Less he sipping on some ack right
He done hit this pussy
Now he stuck off in a twilight
U know im a monster
I be up late wit them vampires
All bout my guala
Chasing commas
Wit my hair tied
I move just like IYANA way
They want me in they damn life
Put his ass on chill now he claiming he got frost bite
I Got facts facts (before I asked)
Dont u dare lie
U don't want no smoke wit me
I'm lit just like a camp fire
Busy ducking haters
Nay sayers
They keep they mouth wide
Watch me kill these hoes
N I might do it wit my hands tied
Back n forth no option
Bitch im poppin
Like Some sprite
U done Got me started
Aint no stopping
Haters up tight
N they gone mad
Cuz bitch im bad
Im bout to take flight
N he call me sweetie
When he need me
Cuz he my type
On my line bout a bank roll
4 days hustling
Know I gotta get it
In the same clothes
Baddies rolling wit me
Different flavors like a rainbow
U know how this thang go
Dropping bars on these hoes
Bring the thunder like Im Shango
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Writer: Raymi Smith
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Performed By: Raymi the Artist
Language: English
Length: 2:50
Written by: Raymi Smith
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