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Paroles de la chanson Freaky Dancer par LightSkinKeisha

Brrrr, big bank
Beish! the fuck?

Pull my wig off when we fucking, leave ‘em cumming
Queen latifah braids, set it off in my bonnet
Licking on my neck, I'm in his ear like how you want it
Ima hop on up on it, ima ride it like I own it
Freaky dancer dancin' for money
Do what you want me to do, ouu, ouu, ouu
Freaky dancer dancin' for money
Freaky dancer, fuck me with my hands up

Ain't no way in hell I give this pussy up for free

Frito ain't no laying up, just give dem chips to me
He be geeking for attention, gave me brain like SAT
Bitch I'm from Atlanta, I'm the baddest ten I see
In my bag, I been Gucci, pockets big as Raspusia
I get nasty off that liquor, shit get wet as jacuzzi
I need diamonds, perfect timing, and Chanel for this coochie
I'm a dime, he do crime and go to jail for this pussy
Chocolate chip, he wanna dip, he like the smell of this cookie
Ima dog ‘em like the vet, ion fuck with no rookies
Catch a nut and call his Uber, can't get too involved

He in love, I just duck that nigga when he call

Pull my wig off when we fucking, leave ‘em cumming
Queen latifah braids set it off in my bonnet
Licking on my neck, I'm in his ear like how you want it
Ima hop on up on it, ima ride it like I own it
Freaky dancer dancin' for money
Do what you want me to do, ouu, ouu, ouu
Freaky dancer dancin' for money
Freaky dancer, fuck me with my hands up

Fuck me with my hands up
Nigga go pull your pants up
Breathing hard and stroking it
And that dick won't even stand up
Fuck out my house, ‘fo I call yo baby mama

Trust me, she don't want these problems
She can't handle all this drama
Gimme them racks, gimme them stacks
Not giving the loot, not pulling no tracks
Couldn't touch or smell this mango pussy from the front or back
Uh, 747 fly out, i'm in Paris
I come with a lot of baggage, got a mean designer fetish
Uh, Gucci on this pussy, Chanel on these nipples
I never match designers, that's complicated, I'm simple
I like a lot of cash, niggas like a lot of ass
If you introduce that dick better have a fucking bag

Pull my wig off when we fucking, leave ‘em cumming

Queen latifah braids set it off in my bonnet
Licking on my neck I'm in his ear like how you want it
Ima hop on up on it, ima ride it like I own it
Freaky dancer dancin' for money
Do what you want me to do, ouu, ouu, ouu
Freaky dancer dancin' for money
Freaky dancer, fuck me with my hands up

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