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Tank My Freak

freak You're a freak And I like You're a freak And I might fall in love With a freak If you can feel me CHORUS: She's my freak You don't have to Like my freak

the end of day and night all we want is more I keep my feet on solid ground And use my wings when storms come around I keep my feet on solid ground

me I could end your curiosity If you don't think I'm too rude Here's your chance to make your move I sit and wait for nobody People say that my, my

my tank full 'Cause other than that, I don't need no brood $hort Dog ain't nothin' but a dog I got all my game from East Oakland's street So mothafuck you damn shit head freaks

freak, tell her, "Keep it on the low" If I take her to my house she won't say no I burn rubber with the bitch in my fo'-fifty-fo' California niggas drop

chest and I rest again peacefully But at least have the decency in you to leave me alone When you freaks see me out in the streets When I'm eatin' or feedin' my

ol' school Chevy With the windows down when I'm rolling through my city, like, Ooh! On my way to meet up with a freak and my nigga drunk beating She can

time grind so I full time shine and I'm full-time strapped with a fully loaded nine [Verse 1:] I'm startin off my day with a tank full of gas A clip

't trusting my money counter And that's the reason I count again You saw the forbes (Yeah) I'm suspicious Thinking everybody wanna take my riches Can't take my money out my