Lyrics:
freaky thangs
Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs
Bitch, you know I like that freaky shit
I love a freaky bitch (get naked)
Just get nasty
a little bit it's all ya got
U mite not hav a car or big gold chain
Stay tru 2 yaself an' thangs will change
Just be thankful 4 all ya got
If it's just
strap they thang-thang
Ladies, don't let them in if
They don't have a condom
Some go from this one to that one
From wick-wick to wack one
You face one,
to smash like that
I got a girl, bitch I ain't fast like that
This Miami, time's wasting, bet that bass line keep you shaking
Look, end of the night all
Hate you, bitch
Uncle Tone man nigga
Uncle Tone
Uncle Tone man nigga
Pussy motherfucker
Uncle Tone man nigga
Thought he was above a brother
do my thang
Keep it on the low, and get it everywhere that we go
Lemme do my thang
Get a bitch, got a bitch
G shit, yeah I got a lot of it
Money
Mami you miss me don't you?
Haters wish you? could hit me don't you?
Heh, you should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
That new
you
You got Fruchtman tryna profit
But I know that you dont give a shit
I see niggas I see coons I see death
Kill em all
I see nueces I seen crosses
Or is the way that you picture me
(In the pocket
Right smack dab in the socket)
Colored by the way you've been treated in
A situation that comes to mind
to do
Girl you know we got thangs to do
So get your ass in that car and come thru
Come thru, come thru, come thru
(Know ya got that thang that I like
That you think will last
But three years later you left wondering how time went by just so fast
I hope I'm not gassed
But neither should she
I mean we
see that gorilla
When you got money, it's hard to hide it
Took my hand out my pocket and watched her eyes get
Big, took a million to super size it
nicks
By 15, I got a felony by 16
I got my driver’s license start using
J’s car to pedal lean
College Park that my stompin’ ground
Used to trap out
that ease stress away? (Naughty, Naughty)
You got drama, never mind that
Naughty by Nature, 3L Dub, all star tracks
We got that flavor, make your
a chick that u never get (Hey)
On a nigga head before a nigga on the Run
Living by the dollar but they dying by the gun
It ain't really brackin til
her Ms. Thang
Royal be mi kuukuu
Blinging when she come through
Magic be her vodou
Put that Badu on you
Kuukuu bling dripping
She shining, she shining,
how it goes, tell 'em turn off the stereo
Ain't nuthin' but a G thang, baby
Def Jam got the place goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright,
know how it goes, tell 'em turn up the stereo
Ain't nuthin' but a G thang, baby
Def Jam got the place goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright,
That new CL fly
Outside of Popeyes eating chicken and fries
Yeah, come holla at your uncle
I understand, I'm back by popular demand
You are now
them thangs, you feel
Ran off in her uncle's spot with the stainless steel
Put the burner to his face with the aim to kill
And said, she don't fuck
wobble, uh, got a lot o' buns
Pick it up and drop it, uh, for the proper funds
Anything to make the profit come, get them dollars, hon'
Add that shit up
see if I got time for that
But first I gotta know if you like me back
I got it for the price on the tag
So tag your it to take it back
Face
to smash like that
I got a girl, bitch I ain't fast like that
This Miami, time's wasting, bet that bass line keep you shaking
Look, end of the night all
to smash like that
I got a girl - bitch I ain't fast like that
This Miami, time's wasting, bet that bass line keep you shaking
Look, end of the night all
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