Freaky Club

Freaky bitches
Tweakers fuckin up my speakers
Now my liquor got me lifted
In the club, is where I drink that

Bust down bitch
Men schemin’ for a free hug
I don’t even blink, bitch
Til he pays it up
Nah


Flawless body, yeah
Let’s get to talkin
All this Cardi
On my wrist, yeah I got it locked in

He be eye-fuckin me
Every time he see me
But I only cum on racks 
I don’t cum for free

Get it uppin, get to fuckin
Pour the liquor, get it poppin
Get to trickin, get that cash
Only throw ass for the bag

Hit the floor, lights low, heels click
On the pole, bust down low, that’s a real fuckin trick. for sure 
In my eyes? All lies. Bitch, it’s only me you see
Wrist say freeze and I ain’t talkin police

Pussy too rare, he think he rawin a vegan
Look but don’t touch, pink tits through the tee peekin

Thick thighs, now his face steady sinkin
He say it’s so hot, he don’t care if he’s breathin

Gasp

Slut pop, rap, club