FREAK (BAD GYAL REMIX) Lyrics

This is the remix

Two versions like double helix

Pretty before Khi

That is my prefix

New York

I'm literally just a pretty princess

Josh and Tremo in the studio getting me right again chile

Ayo, what the fuck is good

Where my freaky bitches at

When I walk in the function

Ass real fat, so all the niggas stalking

And I got a real big ego, clock it

Bussy real good, don't knock it till you try it

Haaaaa

Got real big pockets

So my nigga came and made a deposit

I want Balenciaga, copped it

I never pay, he hands me his wallet

When my nigga see me, it's over

Dick hang long, so no he not a grower (Nope)

When he going crazy, I tell him go slower

When he wanna nut, I say keep your composure (Hold it)

Fluent in sex, don't need a translator

I want it my way, I'm a dictator (My way)

Anything I want, he's on it like a waiter

S-E-X, gotta put in that labor (Oop)

Stand up all my bad bitches

Throw that ass in a circle if you wanna get rich

Stand up all my freaky hoes

That nigga ain't freaky if he ain't suck your toes

Tell niggas to fall in line

If they ain't a ten, then they don't get a dime

A real freak with a capital F

When he act right, I feed him, call me a chef

Stand up all my bad bitches

Throw that ass in a circle if you wanna get rich

Stand up all my freaky hoes

That nigga ain't freaky if he ain't suck your toes

Tell niggas to fall in line

If they ain't a ten, then they don't get a dime

A real freak with a capital F

When he act right, I feed him, call me a chef

Pause, get into them bars

When I am crossed, invoke martial law

When I want a new look, I call up on Law

Don't step out when I step, yes that's the new law

Can't sit with me, and that's on tax law

Bitches wanna run they mouths, just keep a locked jaw

Bitches looking real botched, audition for SAW

Face raw and pretty, not a single flaw (Ah)

Real freaky

Yeah, I make his tip real sticky

He looking at me real hungry

So it ain't gon' be no quicky (Ain't gon' be no quicky)

Real spoiled bitch

If I don't get my way, I'm throwing a fit

I hop on top the dick and ride it like I'm throwing a fit

R-r-r-r-ride it

Handcuffs on, I'm feeling indicted

Love when he wear them grey shorts commando

I'm f-f-feeling excited

Swallowed his kids, now I got the itis

Gave him the best, I'm making him bias

Showered me with golden gifts

No wonder he calling me your highness

Up in the hills in Phuket

After that my nigga said "where to next"?

Hopped on a flight west, yes direct

5k in my apple pay via text

Hot bitch always by the equator

She a lame hoe, don't ever equate her

On the track I win, say later

Cuz on the beat, I'm simply a skater

I'm lowkey traveling like Loki

No Marvel, but bitches marvel at me

Some sunglasses with a headscarf got niggas whipped

Now they tryna G-E-T me

Yeah they tryna F-U-C-K M-E

Who gon' tell these niggas they outta order?

Look at all the commotion we caused

Me and my big sis Ms. Odwara