Young Rome feat. Guerilla Black - Freaky текст песни

Текст песни Freaky - Guerilla Black , Young Rome



Yo, bro, well the black
Just take the girl, just move the girl
Betta move
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 y'all got stripper names, baby, we could play
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, I'm 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, yes
Hachu, I think I'm catchin' the flu 'cuz you sick
Chicks get wet as soon as I spit, freaky, freaky, freaky
Hachu, I think I'm catchin' the flu 'cuz you sick
Chicks go crazy when dey see my whip, freaky, freaky, freaky
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 ain't leavin' dis club alone
All dis ass in here, think I ain't getting some
Sippin' on Coke and rum, getting numb
Momi, shake it like a salt shaka
You and yo Ying Yang Twinz
I'm thug, girl, I ain't tuckin' my chain in
Why you wearin' a fur, mothafucka, it's rainin'?
You lookin' like a fool for girls, what chu gamin'?
You should think about goin' home and changing
Cadillac escalades, what I get brains in
Rollin' my eyes to the back of my head
Like I'm 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
Hachu, I think I'm catchin' the flu 'cuz you sick
Chicks get wet as soon as I spit, freaky, freaky, freaky
Hachu, I think I'm catchin' the flu 'cuz you sick
Chicks go crazy when dey see my whip, freaky, freaky, freaky
Let it go, let it go, let it go
Got 300 dems, got a few broads, just be runnin' nems
Smellin' like
No 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 know a betta pimp? Naw, it ain't one
You and you, get backstage
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 know how G's be
The young guerilla wit the icy scrilla
Ma, don't you know I'm the illest?
Hachu, I think I'm catchin' the flu 'cuz you sick
Chicks get wet as soon as I spit, freaky, freaky, freaky
Hachu, I think I'm catchin' the flu 'cuz you sick
Chicks go crazy when dey see my whip, freaky, freaky, freaky
Damn, she got a fat ass too
Let it go, let it go, let it go



Авторы: Jerome Jones, Rufus T. Moore, Anderson Johnson


Young Rome feat. Guerilla Black - Food For Thought
Альбом Food For Thought
дата релиза
14-07-2009



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