Yung Miami - Rap Freaks Lyrics

Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Hey, Don D, you a fool for this one)
Yeah, yeah

I'm on a runway
I don't see a Tory in my lane, I'm with the savages
Drive the boat (ah), sit on Megan face, ride it like a stallion
Everything we do is on the low, f*ck social media
I wanna take a flight with Durk, f*ck him and India (Durkio)
Tryna go Baby on Baby, if I could f*ck 'em both, that'll be crazy (haha)
Future need to come and find this pussy like he Dora (Pluto)
Real hood bitch, I ain't nothin' like Lori
How you want it? We could rich or we could do some drunk sex
Have Meek spittin' in this cat like he on FunkFlex
Money Bagg I'm in the Yo, I got a hit song
I need a verse, come through, just leave your bitch home (haha)
Pussy hot and ready bring it to you like it's DoorDash
I can't even picture myself f*ckin' on lil' Kodak
Many men wanna suck this clit but I want 50 Cent (bitch)
I'll probably let Gotti hit 'cause he got them bricks
Have Rod Wave singin' in this pussy like a funeral (uh)
Put a ring on it, Tom Brady at the Super Bowl
I'm real pretty and saddity
Took a jet to a private island on a date with Diddy
I like bad boys, no ho shit
Diddy let me put it in your face like them roaches (take that)
And put your rich ass to sleep, buenas noches
(Goodnight, nigga, hahaha, night, night)

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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah