! Yeah oh! You wanna freak out? C'mon You wanna freak out? C'mon You wanna freak out? You wanna freak out? You wanna freak out? You wanna freak out? You wanna freak out
Yeah oh! Yeah oh! You wanna freak out? C'mon You wanna freak out? C'mon You wanna freak out? You wanna freak out? You wanna freak out? You wanna freak out? You wanna freak out
up under Tangled in the wheels Spit me out the muffler You know how that feels Lost both my legs so I'm running on my hands Then I seen Prince so I clap
you're down to get dug and your man don't know you're gettin fucked by a thug You a woman that's true (that's right) Doin what the fuck you wanna do
in my freak time Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why Give you second thoughts about that businness, you then finished right Take you
and slide with my twinkie Welcome to my world as it winds and it twists I'm a kick a funky little rhyme that you missed Boloo-chewy-wuwwy-do-boo
lay my clothes out It's gonna be too many hoes out Before my ladies rolled out I got 'em to clean up the whole house Then I threw my fit on look in
The Pied Piper Yo' the freaks come out at night I'm like Houdini with the magic stick When you turn out the lights Shorty grippin' my stomach tighter When I burn out
on my clothes in the morning (She be like) Where the hell you think you going? (She be like) Last night you really put it on me (She be like) Why you
' busin' in my freak time Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they wanna reap why Give you second thoughts about that business, you then finished right Take you
I give you two, Italian, ice my whole crew He's banging on my chest till it's black and blue You beefing, yelling on the cell of my six You reach it
rap critics doubt me if you dnt know now you know about the flow Bitch who do you love? Bitch who do you love? Bitch who do you love? Bitch who do you
I love ya, 'cause you're down to get dug And your man don't know you're gettin' fucked by a thug You a woman that's true Doin' what the fuck you wanna
I try to keep it white and Vogue's like foldin Hopin freaks will get inside of my Lacville 79 I got my toolbox, got my booster cables, and jack I get
through the wind. Tell yo partner match one, then. Sellin grams you didn't put in. What, you ain't smokin, my friend? Blunt stay right in my hand. Light
blow. Montay got the keys to the room at the mo, And if you hoes ain't fuckin', then you don't need to go. [Girl:] I just wanna fuck you. Nope, I don
