Certified Freak Lyrics - Urban Farmer - Berner

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) 

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 

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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 chruch (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 

Photos 

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