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