作词 : Albert Johnson/Kejuan Muchita 作曲 : Albert Johnson/Kejuan Muchita Girl, I know you love a thug be wildin' Smack flames out a ***** and I got you smilin' The way I cut a ***** every which way but loose A blood stained Gucci suit will be the proof Laid back cat but I love to chill Love a freak in a thong with a freak full of yawn Said you went to Catholic school and that's cool Let me see you throw the suit on With no interruptions, ma turn the cell off Start for the touchin' and I'm sick with the candle A fatty, ain't nothin' that a ***** can't handle I been through it It's a first time for everything, settin' you free And I feel you your man ain't lettin' you breathe You a dime from your face to your navel Your man better wake the **** up and let you out of that stable Used to think like that until I thoughtThat's the shoe on the other foot and I got forStay home, cook and clean like she the boss Hell no *****, not while I'm up in New YorkShe gonna do what she want, flirt when she want **** who she want, then *****, it's a wrap You like ' No she won't', but yes she will Chick might as well have Big comin' out of jail I got them keys to those handcuffs Wanna be free, throw your hands up I got them keys to those handcuffs Wanna be free, throw your hands up I got them keys to those handcuffs Wanna be free, throw your hands up I got them keys to those handcuffs Wanna be free, throw your hands up My ****** in NY know the game ***** front, she gettin' out on the shoulder lane It's 3 in the mornin', why you think you came Should've stayed where you was, I don't play those games Ring on the finger, fatty off the meter There's only one thing that this **** could lead to The reaction, your mind'll crack And put my mans on if it's poppin', ***** you laughin'? Everything that I spit is real And everything on your inside you scared to tell The word creep, "No" ring a bell Girl, I know the situation all too well I'ma keep it gangsta, rep the 'bout Lady caught on, so I had to bounce With bleach in the crib, all my clothes got doused That's when a ***** knew I had to get out Know what you're goin' through, been there before Relationships now, it's like they got these laws Girl all you wanna do is just be free And that's why a ***** like me got these keys I got them keys to those handcuffs Wanna be free, throw your hands up I got them keys to those handcuffs Wanna be free, throw your hands up I got them keys to those handcuffs Wanna be free, throw your hands up I got them keys to those handcuffs Wanna be free, throw your hands up I got them keys Wanna be free Wanna be free
作词 : Albert Johnson/Kejuan Muchita 作曲 : Albert Johnson/Kejuan Muchita Girl, I know you love a thug be wildin' Smack flames out a ***** and I got you smilin' The way I cut a ***** every which way but loose A blood stained Gucci suit will be the proof Laid back cat but I love to chill Love a freak in a thong with a freak full of yawn Said you went to Catholic school and that's cool Let me see you throw the suit on With no interruptions, ma turn the cell off Start for the touchin' and I'm sick with the candle A fatty, ain't nothin' that a ***** can't handle I been through it It's a first time for everything, settin' you free And I feel you your man ain't lettin' you breathe You a dime from your face to your navel Your man better wake the **** up and let you out of that stable Used to think like that until I thoughtThat's the shoe on the other foot and I got forStay home, cook and clean like she the boss Hell no *****, not while I'm up in New YorkShe gonna do what she want, flirt when she want **** who she want, then *****, it's a wrap You like ' No she won't', but yes she will Chick might as well have Big comin' out of jail I got them keys to those handcuffs Wanna be free, throw your hands up I got them keys to those handcuffs Wanna be free, throw your hands up I got them keys to those handcuffs Wanna be free, throw your hands up I got them keys to those handcuffs Wanna be free, throw your hands up My ****** in NY know the game ***** front, she gettin' out on the shoulder lane It's 3 in the mornin', why you think you came Should've stayed where you was, I don't play those games Ring on the finger, fatty off the meter There's only one thing that this **** could lead to The reaction, your mind'll crack And put my mans on if it's poppin', ***** you laughin'? Everything that I spit is real And everything on your inside you scared to tell The word creep, "No" ring a bell Girl, I know the situation all too well I'ma keep it gangsta, rep the 'bout Lady caught on, so I had to bounce With bleach in the crib, all my clothes got doused That's when a ***** knew I had to get out Know what you're goin' through, been there before Relationships now, it's like they got these laws Girl all you wanna do is just be free And that's why a ***** like me got these keys I got them keys to those handcuffs Wanna be free, throw your hands up I got them keys to those handcuffs Wanna be free, throw your hands up I got them keys to those handcuffs Wanna be free, throw your hands up I got them keys to those handcuffs Wanna be free, throw your hands up I got them keys Wanna be free Wanna be free
