| She ain’t even gotta speak, I can see it on her face
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| She a certified freak
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| It only took me bout a week, got her in between the sheets
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| She a certified freak
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| Head so good I got my eyes closed
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| I’ma go raw and let the dice roll
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| 36 hunned for the smoke bag, 2 for the go
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| Yeah I’m still blowing old cash
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| I’m prolly in the old school, weed lick,
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| Candy paint on the chrome shoes
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| 12 packs, 35 stacks, mix zam with the gyn
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| It’s why I didn’t call back
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| Strong pack, city in my ball cap
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| 30 round drummer, make a hater wanna fall back
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| Boss shit, me I let my bread talk
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| Fed high, they want me in the cellblock
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| 2 bitches on my dick, yeah I love freaks
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| Bitches cash out just to fuck me
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| And she ain’t even gotta speak
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| I layed her on the couch and I beat
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| She a certified freak
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| She ain’t even gotta speak, I can see it on her face
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| She a certified freak
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| It only took me bout a week, got her in between the sheets
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| She a certified freak
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| Rolling cookie, pouring up Caesar
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| Bad yellow bitch with my hand up on skyzer
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| Let my seat back and the hoe gonna slizzer
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| She do it too good, I can’t be a fizzers
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| Do it so good I’ma put that chick to work
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| Put her in the strip club, let the bitch twerk
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| The money ain’t straight then she gonna get hurt
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| I will save no hoe, I ain’t no church
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| Juicy J pimping shit that’s all a nigga know
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| We be so loud that’s all a nigga smoke
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| No rehab for me all I need is dope
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| She ain’t giving up the head, you can keep the hoe
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| Keep the hoe, keep the hoe,
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| She ain’t giving up the head, you can keep the hoe
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| Keep the hoe, keep the hoe, keep the hoe
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| She ain’t giving up the head, you can keep the hoe
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| She ain’t even gotta speak, I can see it on her face
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| She a certified freak
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| It only took me bout a week, got her in between the sheets
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| She a certified freak
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| Ah, I pull my socks up and made some popcorn
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| Tryina sauce on your chicken in a hot sauce
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| She dancing like she wanna have a nigga baby
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| Word to my nigga berner told the bitch you mainy
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| It’s only one reason for this phone call,
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| Turn some pitbull on her she get lockjaw
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| I’m on some taylor shit, kicks with the gator prints
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| Say you getting all this money nigga what you make of it?
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| I’m balling like a motherfucker then it’s ride
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| She on her 9 to 5 and that’s on her back
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| Tilt your head back, take a shot it is
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| I’m on my 6 man like I’m off the bench
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| While the club going dumb that’s you baby father
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| Tell him I’m just tryina function, word to 40 water
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| All these bottles in this bitch you’s a wanna be
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| But let me get back to a Shawty going front of me, hey, hey |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Certified Freak , by - Berner. Song from the album Urban Farmer, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп