Kelechi Freak U
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I just wanna take it nice and slow
Yeah, say, yeah
[Verse 1]
Maybe I think too much (think too much)
Maybe I drank too much (drank too much)
But I'm feelin' like we flowin' in the same body language
We ain't gotta say too much
Girl, bounce that shit like woah
Chya'll play too much
She be listenin' to Drake too much
You say "he got the juice," but he ain't fruit punch
'Cause anytime he thirstin' he can't do too much
In the whip, and I got your legs up like the doors on a Lambo
Lord have Murcielago
Young rich negro sippin' blanco
She said "bring condoms to the condo"
[Pre-Chorus]
Now she bussin' it like she ain't got a Uber app
Lookin' back at me like, "whatchu 'bout to do with that"
Divin' and swimmin' and about to do a lap
I'ma scuba that, just let me maneuver that
Who is that?
[Chorus]
I came with dolla bills
You hot, I'm tryna chill
I'm far from sober, come on over, you got time to kill
They tryna cop a feel, can't even cop a meal
I freak you like no one has ever ever made you feel
I freak you right, I will
I freak you right, I will
I freak you like no one has ever ever made you feel
I freak you right, I will
I freak you right, I will
I freak you like no one has ever ever made you feel
[Verse 2]
Yeah
Maybe I know too much
Maybe I smoke too much
But I ain't delete a thing that you sent my way
Got me scrollin' through my phone too much
[?] you ain't did this shit before too much
Wet dreamin', you been listenin' to Cole too much
Sex drive got me on the road too much
Goin' ham, I ain't really in to tofu much
In the whip, and I got your legs up like the doors on a IA
Lookin' down on everything that I ain't
Shag and Scooby witcha booty cleanin' my plate
2 on me while I'm bumpin' that Tinashe
[Pre-Chorus]
Now she bussin' it like she ain't got a Uber app
Lookin' back at me like, "whatchu 'bout to do with that"
Divin' and swimmin' and about to do a lap
I'ma scuba that, just let me maneuver that
Who is that?
[Chorus]
I came with dolla bills
You hot, I'm tryna chill
I'm far from sober, come on over, you got time to kill
They tryna cop a feel, can't even cop a meal
I freak you like no one has ever ever made you feel
I freak you right, I will
I freak you right, I will
I freak you like no one has ever ever made you feel
I freak you right, I will
I freak you right, I will
I freak you like no one has ever ever made you feel
[Solo]
[Chorus]
I came with dolla bills
You hot, I'm tryna chill
I'm far from sober, come on over, you got time to kill
They tryna cop a feel, can't even cop a meal
I freak you like no one has ever ever made you feel
I freak you right, I will
I freak you right, I will
I freak you like no one has ever ever made you feel
I freak you right, I will
I freak you right, I will
I freak you like no one has ever ever made you feel