Ti9i Bia (Remix) [feat. Ghazir] - VAN

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I've been feeling a way About the way you make way For all them other girls but me You said I was the one And you would ride until we die But now you acting differently If you could just tell me what you really want Tell me what you really want now If you could just tell me what you really want Tell me what you really want Do you want a freak? Is that what you need? Do you want a freak? 'Cause that's what I'ma be (ahh) Do you want a freak? Is that what you need? (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Do you want a freak? 'Cause that's what I'ma be Mmm, now it's time for the remix Ayy yo, B You know I had to come and make it nasty for you Ayy Tell you it's yours You like your girl on all-fours (ayy) Put that seat all the way back If it's two doors on the Porsche (eww) Window tint, of course Buy me that Chanel, if you afford I do that dance on that dick for Dior (yeah) By the way you leave your girl, I can tell you feelin' bored (skrrt) I'm too scared to fall in love 'cause I been in it before (woo) I like how you use your mind and had me open like a pore (sheesh) And that dick too bomb, I ain't sharin' anymore (uh uh) Can I trust you not to tell all your friends how it feel Be mature, I'll make a movie wit' you if I feel secure (yeah) Leave my message on read and I might pull up at your door (skrrt) 'Cause this pussy too good for a bitch to get ignored (ayy) Do you want a freak? (yeah) Is that what you need? (hey hey) Do you want a freak? (yeah) 'Cause that's what I'ma be (ahh) Do you want a freak? (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Is that what you need? Do you want a freak? 'Cause that's what I'ma be (hey) Do you want a freak? Do you want a freak? Do you want a freak? Is that what you need? Do you want a freak? 'Cause that's what I'ma be Do you want a freak? Do you want a freak?

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