Freaky

(feat. Guerilla Black)







[1st Verse]



Girl drop



Get low like ya just heard the groove pop



P pop, butterfly, booty bounce, peculator, pony ride, old school flip, do the mash potatoes



I don't care just look freaky



Yo man in the club who's so sneaky



Yo voice like ?? so squeaky



?? you Shaniqwa, Shardinae



All yall got stripper names baby we could play



But I got a clothin line



We specialize in lingerie



Walkin like you on a runway scrounge



For this performance I took my braids out



Man im killin this track until it fades out



Shake da bottle den release the cork



And let it spray out, spray dese broads down



Wet t-shirt contest



500 dollas to the momi wit the firmest breast



Yess







[Chorus]



Hachu I think im catchin the flu



Cuz you sick



Chicks get wet as soon as I spit



Freaky freaky freaky freaky freaky



Freaky freaky freaky freaky



Hachu I think im catchin the flu



Cuz you sick



Chicks go crazy when dey see my whip



Freaky freaky freaky freaky freaky



Freaky freaky freaky freaky



[Repeat chorus]







[2nd verse]



If you too damn drunk den dis track will annoy you



Stop hatin on a true baller who'll employ you



All dese ladies wanna take me home



Guaranteed I aint leavin dis club alone



All dis ass in here think I aint getting some



Sippin on coke and rum getting numb



Momma shake it like a salt shaka



You and yo ying yang twinz



Im thug girl I aint tuckin my chain in



Why you wearin a fur mothafucka it's rainin



You look like a fool for girls what chu gamin



You should think about goin home and changing



Cadillac escalade what I get brains in



Rollin my eyes to the back of my head like im trippin on heron



Got my head on sped on



She got a chest like vivica



Booty like that chick on outkast video



Here come the hook here we go







[Repeat chorus 2x]







[Guerilla Blacks Verse]



Got 300 dems got a few broads just be runnin nems



smellin like ??



not waitin in line just get pushed in yea we pushed in



Young Rome and Black got em gone offa Con and Yack



Pull up on got the crack oh!



Phat farm laced to the A-1



You kno a betta pimp



Naw it aint one



You and you get back stage



You and you get the gas faze



You and you way passed age



You right there you be nasty



Wanna creep wit me



Wanna freak wit me so frequently



You kno how G's be



The young guerilla wit the icy scrilla



Ma don't you kno im the illest







[chorus]







[Omari]



damn she got a fat ass too



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