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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hitkidd
Hitkidd
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Jerrica Russell
Jerrica Russell
Songwriter
Anthony Holmes Jr.
Anthony Holmes Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hitkidd
Hitkidd
Producer

Lyrics

(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
Let's go
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
You a stripper right now
You finna get a lot of money (Yeah)
Let's get it (Shut the fuck up)
Hey
In the strip club lookin' for a freak junt (Uh-huh)
Touch your toes, bend it over, let me beat somethin' (Mhm)
Baby, come and bust it open for the check
Let your **** keep your heart, baby, can I get that neck?
Ayy, hell nah, I ain't with none of that shit
You could drop the cash off, I don't really want no dick
I'll let you go down, but I ain't really tryna hit
Where the freak junts at? I need a freak junt, bitch
Where the freak junts at? I need a freak junt
Where the freak junts at? I need a freak junt
Where the freak junts at? I need a freak junt
Where the freak junts at? I need a freak junt
Where the freak junts at? I'm tryna see somethin'
I got thick bitches, pretty and petite ones
If you wanna see some ass, I wanna see some cash
And you just might see some pussy if you throw a bag
Ayy, this here Aquafina and it got a vice grip (It's grippin')
They say all the freaks come out durin' the night shift (Ayy)
Wrap my legs around a **** that give me some nice gifts (Uh)
And the way I shake my ass, he throw me some nice tips
He like what's my sign? Two lines through a dollar sign
I'm like do you mind? Rich **** only on my line
Told him get in line, see this ass from behind
Gotta spend a couple hundreds, if you not, then waste your time (Let's go)
In the strip club lookin' for a freak junt (Uh-huh)
Touch your toes, bend it over, let me beat somethin' (Mhm)
Baby, come and bust it open for the check
Let your **** keep your heart, baby, can I get that neck?
Ayy, hell nah, I ain't with none of that shit
You could drop the cash off, I don't really want no dick
I'll let you go down, but I ain't really tryna hit
Where the freak junts at? I need a freak junt, bitch
Where the freak junts at? I need a freak junt
Where the freak junts at? I need a freak junt
Where the freak junts at? I need a freak junt
Where the freak junts at? I need a freak junt
She got work in the morning, but she suckin' tonight
Certified freak junt, that's what I like
I'm a rich-ass ****, so I know I'm her type
Love a freaky ratchet chick that know how to fight
Pop them titties out her shirt, show that kitty, make it twerk
She get litty off a Perc', got that glizzy in her purse
Man, we all know what goes up comes down
I throw dollars in the air, bounce that ass off the ground
This my only night in town, I'm a dog, I'm on the prowl
She say she live with her mama, gotta fuck her on the couch
Any other time, I be tryna boss a bitch up
But right now, ain't got no time for that, shit, I just wanna nut (Let's go)
In the strip club lookin' for a freak junt (Uh-huh)
Touch your toes, bend it over, let me beat somethin' (Mhm)
Baby, come and bust it open for the check
Let your **** keep your heart, baby, can I get that neck?
Ayy, hell nah, I ain't with none of that shit
You could drop the cash off, I don't really want no dick
I'll let you go down, but I ain't really tryna hit
Where the freak junts at? I need a freak junt, bitch
Where the freak junts at? I need a freak junt
Where the freak junts at? I need a freak junt
Where the freak junts at? I need a freak junt
Where the freak junts at? I need a freak junt
Written by: Anthony L Holmes, Jr., Jerrica Russell, Jordan Houston
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