LightSkinKeisha – Freaky Dancer Lyrics

 

Freaky Dancer Lyrics by LightSkinKeisha (feat. Trina)

 

Brr, big bank
Bish, the fuck?

Pull my wig off when we fuckin’, leave ’em cummin’ (Cummin’)
Queen Latifah braids, set it off in my bonnet (Set it off)
Licking on my neck, I’m in his ear like, “How you want it?” (How you want it?)
I’ma hop on up on it, I’ma ride it like I own it (I’ma ride it)
Freaky dancer dancin’ for money (Money)
Do what you want me to do, ooh, ooh, ooh
Freaky dancer dancin’ for money (Freaky freaky)
Freaky dancer, fuck me with my hands up

Ain’t no way in hell I give this pussy up for free (Fuck I look like?)
Frito ain’t no laying up, just give dem chips to me (Give dem chips to me)
He be geeking for attention, gave me brain like SAT (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 (Wet as jacuzzi)
I need diamonds, perfect timing, and Chanel for this coochie (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 (He like the smell)
I’ma dog ’em like the vet, Ion fuck with no rookies
Catch a nut and call his Uber, can’t get too involved (Too involved)
He in love, I just duck that n**** when he call

Pull my wig off when we fuckin’, leave ’em cummin’ (Cummin’)
Queen Latifah braids, set it off in my bonnet (Set it off)
Licking on my neck, I’m in his ear like, “How you want it?” (How you want it?)
I’ma hop on up on it, I’ma ride it like I own it (Ride it)
Freaky dancer dancin’ for money
Do what you want me to do, ooh, ooh, ooh
Freaky dancer dancin’ for money (Freaky freaky)
Freaky dancer, fuck me with my hands up

Trina
Fuck me with my hands up
N**** go pull your pants up
Breathing hard and stroking
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, n***** like a lot of ass
If you introduce that dick better have a fucking bag, yeah

Pull my wig off when we fuckin’, leave ’em cummin’ (Cummin’)
Queen Latifah braids, set it off in my bonnet (Set it off)
Licking on my neck, I’m in his ear like, “How you want it?” (How you want it?)
I’ma hop on up on it, I’ma ride it like I own it (Ride it)
Freaky dancer dancin’ for money
Do what you want me to do, ooh, ooh, ooh
Freaky dancer dancin’ for money (Freaky freaky)
Freaky dancer, fuck me with my hands up