Freaky Dancer
YK Osiris, Dababy
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ay, yeah, yeah She's a dancer (huh), freaky dancer (huh) Throw money in the club, she gon' dance, yeah (she gon' dance, yeah) I got money, he got money, you can ask her (you can ask her) She don't love 'em, love the mall, she like fast cars (she like fast cars) She's a dancer (huh), freaky dancer (huh) Throw money in the club, she gon' dance, yeah (she gon' dance, yeah) I got money, he got money, you can ask her (you can ask her) She don't love 'em, love the mall, she like fast cars I like bad broads (bad broads), freaky, bad broads (freaky, bad broads) Spend a hunnid on my jewelry, that's a whole yard (that's a whole yard) I like fast cars, foreign fast cars (skrrt) Money stackin' to the ceiling, ain't no cap, boy (ain't no cap) Back that ass up like toot, toot (like toot, toot) Bring yo friend with you, I'm like one plus two (that's one plus two) Got them bands on me and them bills so blue (and them bills so blue) Show me what you do when it rains on you (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) She's a dancer (huh), freaky dancer (huh) Throw money in the club, she gon' dance, yeah (she gon' dance, yeah) I got money, he got money, you can ask her (you can ask her) She don't love 'em, love the mall, she like fast cars (she like fast cars) She's a dancer (huh), freaky dancer (huh) Throw money in the club, she gon' dance, yeah (she gon' dance, yeah) I got money, he got money, you can ask her (you can ask her) She don't love 'em, love the mall, she like fast cars If she ain't a freak, I'm straight I ain't tryna f*ck right now, bitch, wait (ah) Don't play my shit, I'm good Wanna f*ck? Gotta download my mixtape (yeah) She like when I pull on her hair (ah, ah) I be stretchin' her, legs in the air (ah, ah) Like a wrestler, stand on the chair (ah, ah) My bitch on the head, I'm a bear (bitch) Kick her out when we f*ck, I'm a dog (grr) F*ck a cop, I don't f*ck with the law Her nigga, he workin' from nine until five I pull up and f*ck her while he on the job I can hit and act like I'm sleepy, I'm tired Had to get her an Uber, bitch needed a ride (mmm) Wanna f*ck me, she always see me with the mob She get paid when she there like a freak, it's a job (Let's go) She's a dancer (yeah), freaky dancer (dancer) Throw money in the club, she gon' dance, yeah (she gon' dance, yeah) I got money, he got money, you can ask her (you can ask her) She don't love 'em, love the mall, she like fast cars (she like fast cars) She's a dancer (huh), freaky dancer (freaky dancer, yeah) Throw money in the club, she gon' dance, yeah (ha) I got money, he got money, you can ask her She don't love 'em, love the mall, she like fast cars (woo) (XL Eagle made it)
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Written by: Bryan Omar Torres, Hernandez Oscar Garza, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Jordan Mosley, Osiris Williams, Trevon Justin Campbell
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