Certified Freak

[Hook x2] She ain't even gotta speak, I can see it on her face She a certified freak (Certified freak) It only took me about a week Got her in between the sheets She a certified freak (Certified freak) [Verse 1: Berner] Head so good I got my eyes close I'ma go raw and let the dice roll 35 hundred for the smoke bag 2 for the coat yeah I'm still blowing old cash I'm probably in an old school, weed lit Candy paint on them chrome shoes (chrome shoes) 12 Packs, 35 Stacks Mixed Xan with the Gin that's why I didn't call back Strong pack, city on my ball cap Thirty round drummer make a hater wanna fall back Boss shit, me I let my bread talk Fed high, they want me in the cell locked Two bitches on my dick yeah I love freaks Bitches cash out just to fuck me And she ain't even gotta speak I laid her on the couch and I beat She a certified freak [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Juicy J] Rolling up cookie, pouring up sizzurp Bad yellow bitch with my hand up her skizzert Let my seat back and the ho gonna slizzurp She do it too good I can't be a [?] Do it so good I'ma put that chick to work Put her in the strip club let the bitch twerk The money ain't straight then she gone get hurt I won't save no ho, I ain't no church (Never!) Juicy J pimping shit that's all a nigga know Weed be so loud that's all a nigga smoke (you know it) No rehab for me all I need is dope She ain't giving up the head you can keep the ho Keep the ho, keep the ho She ain't giving up the head you can keep the ho (freak) Keep the ho, keep the ho She ain't giving up the head you can keep the ho [Hook x2] [verse 3: Chevy Woods] I pulled my socks up and made some popcorn Trying to sauce on your chicken and that's hot sauce She dancing like she wanna have a nigga baby Word to my nigga Berner told the bitch [?] There is only reason for this phone call Turn some PitBull on and she get lockjaw I'm on some Taylor shit, kicks with the gator print Say you getting all this money nigga what you make of it I'm balling like a mother fucker, Dennis Rod She on the 9 to 5 and that's on her job Tilt your head back, take a shot of this I'm on my sixth man, like I'm off the bench While the club going dumb that's your baby father Tell him I'm just trying to function word to 40 water All these bottles and this bitch you's a wanna be But let me get back to what shortie doing in front of me Aye, aye, aye, aye