Free My *** Lyrics by Sexyy Red
Say f—, Say, “Free my daddy”
“Free Dada”
Say, “Free Dada”
“Free Dada”
I’m missin’ my baby right now
Free my motherfuckin’ ***
Free my dirty out that motherfuckin’ slammer
My *** gon’ be home soon, causing hell on the streets, ***
(Sool, we gotta run that ***)
You know what the *** goin’ on
Say he facin’ time, hell yeah, I’ma Skype somethin’
Soon as he come home from the pen’, I let him bite somethin’
That’s my baby, hell yeah, we in love
First day home, let him shoot up the club (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
Heard that *** on the fifth floor, let me kite him
When I don’t hear from my ***, I write him
He a bad boy, I don’t care, that’s how I like ’em
Yeah, free my *** ’til it’s backwards
*** the police, *** the pigs, they some bastards
Send my *** flicks, say, “My *** and my ass hurt”
I need that ***, they need to free my *** faster
(I need that ***, they need to free my *** faster)
Free my ***, free my ***
Only if he knew that this ass gettin’ thicker
Free my ***, free my ***
Gone for too long, need to get home quicker
Free my ***, free my ***
When I visit him, I stuff my ass with the jiggas
Free my ***, free my ***
Tat’ his name on me, so you know it’s gettin’ realer
Acceptin’ every call, *** it, free my dawg (Free him)
When he touch down, we gon’ cash out at the mall (Ball out)
Pigs always hatin’, tell ’em, “*** ’em,” ***, we ball (***)
Hoes yellin’, “Free him,” but ain’t tryna throw them paws (What’s up?)
Real Securus Queen (Real one), the realest on his team (Sexyy)
Free my baby daddy, he ain’t do ***, *** you mean? (***)
And I need some *** (Huh?), free that man quick (Ayy, Sexyy)
All the jail calls got me playin’ with my clit’
Ride or die for my ***, shoot that fire for my *** (On Blood)
I get on the stand and I lie for my *** (Yeah)
Ride or die for my ***, shoot that fire for my ***
I get on the stand and I lie for my *** (Sexyy)
Free my ***, free my ***
Only if he knew that this ass gettin’ thicker
Free my ***, free my ***
Gone for too long, need to get home quicker
Free my ***, free my ***
When I visit him, I stuff my ass with the jiggas
Free my ***, free my ***
Tat’ his name on me, so you know it’s gettin’ realer