She-A-Freaka Lyrics

I'm an alien

Na Ima a barbarian

Bitch I'm gettin money in

Never focus on the gram

Bending corners

Fish tailing to a check

Plotting on the scale again

No cough, cracked a seal

Now I'm floating off

Crashed the whip

I was swerving

Really nodding off

This ain't Tylenol

The Soda got me leaning over

Black scat pack

Gas pressed

Sunken in that seat

Redlining but my cup on

Easter pink

Mind on my money

Bags on my mind

Going through bags

Like saint nick

Moved a 50 piece

Drop 30 on the re up quick

Showin love so

My niggas eat up

She a freak-a

Recline my seat up

Turn the heat up

Have her

Tongue my meat up

Mamacita

She had perkies

I'm off the soda

This a bad mix

Going thru traffic

Interstate junkie

I need my fix

All My niggas fried

We chicken dinners

Luxury amounts

Luxury accounts bucks in these amounts

Commas and dollars signs

Real money hope the rats not fucking with me

Bucket go 150

Sea of fakes

See thru see thru fakes

It's x ray send packs next day for x pay

Hate to spill it had to spit it

Pilled out I ain't talking tires on the Porsche

Hop out got the mother fucking iron on the porch

So Let's roll like circles

Higher then the pants on Urkel

It's a sitcom probably past your time

Life is wondering what you will find

But Trust me nigga I'm due time in due time

She a freak-a

Recline my seat up

Turn the heat up

Have her

Tongue my meat up

Mamacita

She had perkies

I'm off the soda

This a bad mix

Going thru traffic

Interstate junkie

I need my fix

She a freak-a

Recline my seat up

Turn the heat up

Have her

Tongue my meat up

Mamacita

She had perkies

I'm off the soda

This a bad mix

Going thru traffic

Interstate junkie

I need my fix