作词 : Aaron Joseph/Vaughn Oliver/Onika Maraj/Lukasz Gottwald/Gamal “LunchMoney” Lewis/Lauren Miller/Rick James/Alonzo Miller
作曲 : Aaron Joseph/Vaughn Oliver/Onika Maraj/Lukasz Gottwald/Gamal “LunchMoney” Lewis/Lauren Miller/Rick James/Alonzo Miller
She’s alright
(She’s alright, that girl’s alright)
That girl’s alright with me
Yeah
Ay, yo
I can lick it, I can ride it
While you slippin and sliding
I can do all them little tricks and keep the d**k up inside it
You can smack it, you can grip it
You can go down and kiss it
And every time he leave me ‘lone he always tell me he miss it
He want a
F-R-EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K, A-K, A-K, A-K
EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K
Ok, one thing about me, I’m the baddest alive
He know the prettiest b**ch didn’t come until I ARRIVE
I don’t let b***hes get to me; I f**k they man if they try
I got a princess face, a killer body, samurai mind
They can’t be Nicki, they so stupid, I just laugh when they try
A thong bikini up my ass, I think I’ll go for a dive
His ex b**ch went up against me, but she didn’t survive
On applications I write pressure, ‘cause that’s what I apply (Brrrr)
P P P Pressure applied, can’t f**k a regular guy
Wetter than umbrellas and stickier than Apple Pie
I can lick it, I can ride it
While you slipping and sliding
I can do all them little tricks and keep the d**k up inside it
You can smack it, you can grip it
You can go down and kiss it
And every time he leave me ‘lone he always tell me he miss it
He want a
F-R-EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K, A-K, A-K, A-K
EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K
‘Cause what the f**k, this ain’t Chanel, n**ga, custom down?
Like, what the f**k, this ain’t Burberry, custom brown?
He said, “Could you throw it back while you touch the ground?”
Then he said, “Do that p**sy purr?”
I said, “Yup, meow”
Hold up
F**k boys, ain’t no need for you to roll up
Ain’t no need for you to double tap neither, scroll up
Keep these b***hes on they toes like Manolo
Be on the lookout when I come through, BOLO
Oh, whoa
Elegant b**ch with a hoe glow
If it ain’t big, then I won’t blow
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
F**k is the tea?
I just F’d a G
Made him say “Uhh”, just ask Master P
Ball so hard, I just took a knee
Get me Rocky A$AP, n**ga, word to RIH
Freak
F-f-freak
Some GYAL A FREAK
GYAL AH FREAK
GYAL AH freak, freak, freak
I can lick it, I can ride it
While you slipping and sliding
I can do all them little tricks and keep the d**k up inside it
You can smack it, you can grip it
You can go down and kiss it
And every time he leave me ‘lone he always tell me he miss it
He want a
F-R-EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K, A-K, A-K, A-K
EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K
作词 : Aaron Joseph/Vaughn Oliver/Onika Maraj/Lukasz Gottwald/Gamal “LunchMoney” Lewis/Lauren Miller/Rick James/Alonzo Miller
作曲 : Aaron Joseph/Vaughn Oliver/Onika Maraj/Lukasz Gottwald/Gamal “LunchMoney” Lewis/Lauren Miller/Rick James/Alonzo Miller
She’s alright
(She’s alright, that girl’s alright)
That girl’s alright with me
Yeah
Ay, yo
I can lick it, I can ride it
While you slippin and sliding
I can do all them little tricks and keep the d**k up inside it
You can smack it, you can grip it
You can go down and kiss it
And every time he leave me ‘lone he always tell me he miss it
He want a
F-R-EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K, A-K, A-K, A-K
EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K
Ok, one thing about me, I’m the baddest alive
He know the prettiest b**ch didn’t come until I ARRIVE
I don’t let b***hes get to me; I f**k they man if they try
I got a princess face, a killer body, samurai mind
They can’t be Nicki, they so stupid, I just laugh when they try
A thong bikini up my ass, I think I’ll go for a dive
His ex b**ch went up against me, but she didn’t survive
On applications I write pressure, ‘cause that’s what I apply (Brrrr)
P P P Pressure applied, can’t f**k a regular guy
Wetter than umbrellas and stickier than Apple Pie
I can lick it, I can ride it
While you slipping and sliding
I can do all them little tricks and keep the d**k up inside it
You can smack it, you can grip it
You can go down and kiss it
And every time he leave me ‘lone he always tell me he miss it
He want a
F-R-EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K, A-K, A-K, A-K
EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K
‘Cause what the f**k, this ain’t Chanel, n**ga, custom down?
Like, what the f**k, this ain’t Burberry, custom brown?
He said, “Could you throw it back while you touch the ground?”
Then he said, “Do that p**sy purr?”
I said, “Yup, meow”
Hold up
F**k boys, ain’t no need for you to roll up
Ain’t no need for you to double tap neither, scroll up
Keep these b***hes on they toes like Manolo
Be on the lookout when I come through, BOLO
Oh, whoa
Elegant b**ch with a hoe glow
If it ain’t big, then I won’t blow
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
F**k is the tea?
I just F’d a G
Made him say “Uhh”, just ask Master P
Ball so hard, I just took a knee
Get me Rocky A$AP, n**ga, word to RIH
Freak
F-f-freak
Some GYAL A FREAK
GYAL AH FREAK
GYAL AH freak, freak, freak
I can lick it, I can ride it
While you slipping and sliding
I can do all them little tricks and keep the d**k up inside it
You can smack it, you can grip it
You can go down and kiss it
And every time he leave me ‘lone he always tell me he miss it
He want a
F-R-EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K, A-K, A-K, A-K
EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K