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Freaky Thangs

{It's two a.m. in the morning and it light showers

And you're probably hookin' up with that girl

That's been, two-wayin' you all week

Her baby, Daddy's out of town so, you can fuck around

It's okay to check in that Motel 6, $59.95

Not a cent more, for that dirty-ass ho

Yeah, stop by that convenience store

And pick up them rubbers magnum I hope

This is Faizon Love and I love hoes

I just don't pay 'em}

Cut up, know we like that, get that cut up

Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em

Get that cut up, cut up

Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em

I'm kinda hopin' that maybe you wanna kick it in the L.A.C.

So later on we'll be rollin'

Drop-tops I'm hittin yo' hot spots I'm top notch

My niggaz never listen but I told 'em

When I catch you at the game runnin' game at the A.U.C.

That later on we'd be bonin'

Fat cats I'm ready to tap that so back that

No wonder why you wakin' up swollen

I'm feelin' you Luda', smokin' my Buddha, coochie recruiter

Comin' at the fatty in a platinum Caddy so back it up fast

Hit it a hour and a half, watch the spectacular splash

On the back and leave it drippin' down the crack of her ass

Call me Mr. Magillicuddy, chasin' booty soft as silly putty

Killin' for money, still a thug get bump from some pokin'

And locomotion hittin' bunnies for threesome getcha buddy

When I'm feelin' scummy I love to cut

Tan skin so, butter soft I'm rippin' the buttons off yo' blouse

Smell the aroma of a dingaling king Ludacris when I'm in yo' house

Check the ratio of men to women

And women to men when down south

Hot fellatio, hot jalapenos holla while they in yo' mouth

So we love that

C-c-cut up, know we like that, get that cut up

Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em

Get that cut up, cut up

Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em

Now I got the feelin' we can cut the hell out each other

And I hope we be the same thang freaks

We can get the mattress goin'

Handlin' business while I bang bang skeet

Wash the dick off and kick off another session again

I can break 'em off in the shower, kitchen flo' or the outdoors

The pieces from the East is the shit

And the flesh in the West is the best

But Twista love them Chicago and South hoes

Come up out yo', negligee, freak 'em on a regular day

Cum six times but it's seven today

Ludacris in the back of your Chevrolet

What's my name?

So magical I come and touch the game

You motherfuckers really lust to gain

Nothin' but hatin' and a look of disgust

So it's must, stay Adrenaline Rush

Wonderin' why they don't be bustin' the same

I'm clutchin' my thang

Stuffin' in it, strokin' it down, beat the stuff up

Shorty, don't run from it

She give me the booty I'm breakin' it off

I can tell a stab by the way that she walk

Fatty flickin' like it was dubs on it

Peep how this player got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels

Pullin' rubbers and swishers up out your Prada bag

Wanna smoke 'dro I got a bag, take a proper drag befo' I tap it

I love the chicks that got a lotta ass, so we love that

C-c-cut up, know we like that, get that cut up

Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em

Get that cut up, cut up

Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em

Bubble, bubble bubbles is in the bathtub

Makin' you stutter from the b-body butters and backrubs

It's killin' me thinkin' about the bottles that pop

The models that swallow willin', up under my pillow stayin' strapped up

If it tickles in the middle from Mr. Pickles you try to escape

So give me the rope you gettin' wrapped up

Rooty tooty so fruity and fresh, I'm fresh and fruity

Ya duty's to figure the booty's gettin' slapped up

I love them chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread

Long as I can still grab her legs, and push 'em up by her head

How I dip up in it we can make a video

But I got the radio bumpin' Jagged Edge by the bed

When you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy

Come on and dip up through the hideout with Twist'

But after we do what we gon' do getcha purse and get together

Because now you gots to ride out bitch

Oh 'Cris, can you do it again? That's what they askin' me

Hit skins, causin' catastrophes

Get pinned, by me and my family

Sip gin, fulfillin' yo' fantasies

In yo condition I'm wishin' you'll take a lickin'

And keep on tickin' from thicker thighs

Finger lickin' never get sick and tired, just take a look in her eyes

And you can tell she's a figure five, so we love that

C-c-cut up, know we like that, get that cut up

Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em

Get that cut up, cut up

Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em

Cut up, gettin' brains in the Range

We love to cut up 'cause we like them freaky thangs

I like it when you let me try, anythang

'Cause girl I ain't got nothin' but time

Let a nigga get a little cut up girl

Cut up, gettin' brains in the Range

We love to cut up 'cause we like them freaky thangs

I like it when you let me try, anythang

'Cause girl I ain't got nothin' but time

Let a nigga get a little cut up girl

I come from the eighth planet in the 19th galaxy

Where the royal penis is clean, yo' majesty

Can it be, Sheila E, Appolonia, Vanity, all mad at me?

I'm the Prince dick of insanity

I'm good lovin', body-rockin', knockin' boots all night long

We not stoppin', I don't care if the kids watchin'

I stir it like motherfuckin' coffee and brown sugar

Girls dem sugar, world class lover, Kamasutra, porno music producer

Tally whacker is a rock hard storm trooper with a purple helmet

Made for crushin' pink cookies

Goonie goo-goo, we cut bigfoots and wookies

And fat women because they need love too

So go on big girl, whatchu gon' do?

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