I Took Her To My Penthouse And I Freaked It Lyrics


I Took Her To My Penthouse And I Freaked It Lyrics By Jay Rock. I took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it (Then I freaked it) I haven’t made my mind up, should I keep it? (Should I keep it?) I got big dawg status, it ain’t no secret La di da di da, slob on me knob.

I Took Her To My Penthouse And I Freaked It Lyrics

Miss me with that bullsh^t (Bullsh^t)You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (A tourist)I be blackin’ out with the purist (The purist)I made a hundred thou’, then I freaked it (I freaked it)I made 500 thou’, then I freaked it (I freaked it)I bought a ’87 for the weekend (The weekend)This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (What you want)This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (What you want)

And it’s like that, lil’ bi^^hMVP, I don’t get no sleep, no, I don’t like that, lil’ bi^^hBust that open, I want that ocean, yeah that bite back, lil’ bi^^hDo it bite back, lil’ bi^^h? Need two life jackets, lil’ bi^^hI ain’t gon’ hold you, I ain’t gon’ press you, never control youI ain’t gon’ front you, keep it 100, I don’t know youBoss like Top Dawg, bossed my life up, crossin’ overStutter steppin’, got a Hall of Fame in all my postersI’ve been ready, my whip been readyMy bi^^h been ready, my clique been readyMy sh^t’s been ready, my check’s been readyMy shot’s on full, that’s ArmageddonI got pull, I hope y’all readyMy tank on full, you know, unleadedI gotta go get it, I gotta go get itI gotta go get it, I gotta go get itMy name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold upMy name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold upMy shots gon’ fire, my team gon’ roll upMénage à trois, my queen gon’ roll upI hope y’all ready, you know I’m readyI reign all day, you know, confettiI gotta go get it, I gotta go get itI gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, skrrt

Miss me with that bullsh^t (Bullsh^t)You’re not a gang member, you’s a tourist (A tourist)I be blackin’ out, I be blackin’ outBought an ’83 Cutlass for the weekend (For the weekend)I got a hundred thousand, then I freaked it (Then I freaked it)I made 500 thousand, then I freaked it (Then I freaked it)I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yeahF^^k his baby mama, tryna sneak dissI took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it (Then I freaked it)I haven’t made my mind up, should I keep it? (Should I keep it?)I got big dawg status, it ain’t no secret

La di da di da, slob on me knobPass me some syrup, F^^k me in the carLa di da di da, mothaF^^k the lawChitty chitty bang, mu^der everythingbi^^h, I’m on a roll, and I put that on the gang

Yeah, miss me with that bullsh^t (Bullsh^t)You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (A tourist)I be blackin’ out with the purist (The purist)I made a hundred thou’, then I freaked it (I freaked it)I made 500 thou’, then I freaked it (I freaked it)I bought a ’87 for the weekend (The weekend)This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (What you want)This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (What you want)

ChangesIs you gon’ do somethin’?(What you want?)

Red light, green light, red light, green lightRed light, green light, they like

We like fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broadsEgotistic, goin’ ballistic, why God?Born warrior, lookin’ for euphoriaBut I don’t see it, I don’t feel it, I’m paraplegicTapped in when I’m maxed in Comp-Town with the MAC-10sAnd the pumps in the background I was absentNever OG, standout, I was lackin’Everything else, but doubt in the MagnumHoldin’ Magnums with a MagnumNigga, ad-lib and I sing out loudNever had friends, never had ends, never had hopeThey was like, “Nope,” I was like, “Bùyào, bùyào”(Yeah, God)Tee off the day, know we off the, be off the, eat off your plateThrow me off, I be, “Off ya head”Well ate, on C4, I’m way off the edgeF^^k integrity, F^^k your pedigree, F^^k your feelings, F^^k your cultureF^^k your moral, F^^k your family, F^^k your tribeF^^k your land, F^^k your children, F^^k your wivesWho am I? Not your father, not your brotherNot your reason, not your futureNot your comfort, not your reverence, not your gloryNot your heaven, not your angel, not your spiritNot your message, not your freedomNot your people, not your neighborNot your baby, not your equalNot the title y’all want me underAll hail King Killmonger

Red light, green light, red light, green lightRed light, green light, they like, we likeFast cars

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