Freaky Lyrics - Young Thug

She sly like the deacon, she sly like the deacon 

Yeah, Thugger Thugger baby, yeah 

Uh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freak it 

I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret 

I got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland 

She pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it 

I hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started 

She got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy 

Eh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley 

Eh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie 

I'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race 

Ooh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say 

Hey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home) 

Quan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day 

I got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake 

We eatin', where is your plate? Aim at your head or your face? 

Hannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake 

Bitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late 

I apologize if I got more money than you and your clan 

I apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran 

I apologize if I post a picture posted with' some bands 

I apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan 

Where your bitch at? No, not that one 

Baby want to touch my milk like she cowin' 

Every time you see me, I'm a have thousands 

On the island, no dressin' 

I won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent 

I'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation 

Eh, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain? 

Eh, I pull up and arson all over your garden 

Eh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you 

Eh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin' 

Now I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage with' 'em AKs 

Nigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades 

Higher than a escalator any day 

I'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede 

But I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds 

These niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade 

Damn, this might be coward day 

Yeah, this might be powder day 

Sniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us 

Even if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us 

But I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns 

Nigga, you can shoot us, hey 

And I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless 

I show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no 

And we the best, every time we come around 

Boy, they root for us, true 

And everybody hate Chris 

But I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah 

Tell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us 

Five thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus 

Get my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer 

She fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty 

She think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit 

Play with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die 

All I want is that head and that ain't no lie 

Nigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin' 

These niggas vibe faker than a puppet 

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