CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Freaky

(Woah Kenny!)
I might Cut ya hoe
I ain’t talkin’ bout Ashton
Turn ya head into a tray
Blunts I be ashing
Do you wanna f**k
Hoe
I’m just asking
Forty Seven Shawnn
Yeah, I’m above average
Glick talk
Keep on talking sh*t
I let my gun talk
sh*t talk
Cause n***a I’m the sh*t
Just hit ya b*t*h off
Glock nine
I walked into the party at right time
Cause b*t*hes throwing ass
And I even had to catch mine
I’m too conceited
Michael Jackson her
Because I beat it, uh
I’m in control
Pressing alt
And then you get deleted
Better come out correct
When enter spirit of the demon
Cause Your bars are old
Cause You be hanging out
With Morgan Freeman
Freaky freaky
Yeah this sh*t was made by Kenny beats
And my ex a hoe
I bet she let my n***a
Kenny beat
And when I eat
I’m making sure my n***a Kenny eat
And I said “f**k a deal”
I’m never charging
Kenny for a feat
Independent making money
Still booking shows, uh
Yuh, I ascended
Third eye
Getting wide as screens, uh
Yuh, Love is hard
I’m stomping on ya head
I’m wearing cleats, yeah
Her pu**y trash
Oscar grouch
Still getting green
Call me
Hank hill
Smoking gas
Not propane
I put that sh*t on forty seven
That’s my chain
You just a kappa
Shoot you in your knee
You need a cane
And I sip Dasani
Cause this water round me
Go insane
She feeding off my clout
She like a leech
I’m getting sucked up
She want me for my Goyard
b*t*hes acting so dumb
I make the ladies holla
Yeah they calling me the Hitman
I’m rich and still be acting broke
I cannot “pay attention”