Niglevel - Freaky Freak Lyrics

Freaky freak show your physique
Something on my mind seven days a week
Freaky freak show your physique
Something on my mind seven days a week

Like a junky, your mind blown in a zone
I make H2O mouth water turn into foam
Or lather. You can call it a sexy disaster
I'm spitting bars so hot it's steaming hot that it fracture

You actors don't test me I'm V.I.C best
No contest your superiors can't handle the mess
Nationwide as I rise with my hands on her breast
My autograph on her back. When we having sex

Now flex your potential show what you about
You kicked your husband out the bed just to scream and shout
No doubt you got a sex drive loud and clear
I put effort in my front and back strokes for years

Have no fear, this craftsmen know his craft
Ability to give you an orgasm in a flash
Check the graphs my money laughing high first class
Intoxicated on flight that's made to last

Freaky freak show your physique (rap, I'm rapping to ya)
Something on my mind seven days a week
Freaky freak show your physique
Something on my mind seven days a week

To the muscle bound girls you the world. I tilt my hat
I got no boundaries you'll be crowning when I these tracks
You drooling. I'm double brewing that's a fact
From streets to clubs heres a shout out to my Pussy, cats

Meow, meow, I said meow, meow (to you sexy,players)

I make a lion roar, pauses, got fingers popping
Crackling like something is burning I keep lt rocking
Love knocking at my door non stopping
They flocking for refill like x-mas stocking

I'm dropping the hits hovering over your dome
Like a drone. I'm Impressing more hoes then honeycomb
I'm in a zone with a grind I got a flow that proves it
She like my music, her body motion moves like fluid

Freaky freak show your physique
Something on my mind seven days a week
Freaky freak show your physique
Something on my mind seven days a week

It ain't weird. If You a freak you a freak
Your body language got nerves enough to speak
Ain't stubborn minded I'm ready to compete
With the dirtiest minds dirtiest sex obsolete

If I preach let me preach the wind carrying me
Even Prophets have's vision to the freakiest degree
A jubilee in the hood. The fruit of labor of course
Ghetto winners, sex simmer all night like sauce

I'm truly yours I'm keeping it real
I'm stimulating all the fakes that got that sex appeal
People living their lives in a emotional state
I'm driven by thirst I see my face in the plate

I'm hungry, good things comes to those that wait
My tongue is hanging out now It's time to create
Mysteriously the beat broke my silence alone
It got me staring at myself like an ass I'm gone

Freaky freak