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freaknik - c stunna, dj drama & woodboy gee lyrics

[intro: dj drama]
baby, i just push record
twerk somethin’ like it’s ’94 freaknik for me

[verse 1: c stunna]
go ‘head and shake what you momma gave you
know that thing sittin’ right in every single angle
you know that stunna comin’ trim, girl, i’m too player
girl, i need that thing now, i can’t wait for later
girl, i like the way you move, yeah, you throw it right
uh, left, right, left, right all night
baby, wassup with that cat, do that thing bite?
i got my eyes on the prize, i can’t lose sight
go ‘head make that thing clap like a celebration
only want a bad b*tch, i can’t f*ck with basic
girl, you stay up on my mind when i’m sack chasin’
d*mn, i’ll give my all just to see you shake it

[verse 2: fatpocket]
girl (yeah, yeah), make that thing clap like a celebration
girl (yeah, yeah), make that thing clap like a celebration (ayy, ayy)
d*mn, i’ll give my all just to see you shake it
you got me all in the mall spendin’ (spendin’) big faces
what you want me buy you, louis v or jimmy choo?
she said that i’m the realest n*gga that she ever knew (yeah, i am)
i told her, “you the baddest b*tch that i done ever seen” (seen)
ain’t nothin’ like a bad b*tch who keep that p*ssy clean (clean)
hair done, nails done and her ass done (ass done)
baby know that she the sh*t, you can’t tell her nothin’ (you can’t tell her nothin’)
swear she got some pretty t**th and pretty toes (toes)
i swear this b*tch way badder than these other hoes (yeah)
you see that ass shakin’ left, right, left, right (right)
bae, if he ain’t spendin’ he gon’ get left, right?
come and f*ck with pocket, you know that my money long (long)
i need a bad b*tch that i can spend these hundreds on (hundreds on)
pocket love bad b*tches
[verse 3: jimbo world]
what you gon’ do if i put these racks on you? (racks on you)
it ain’t nothin’, i’ll spend a couple stacks on you
i’m tryna see what you workin’ with (workin’ with)
bend over, baby girl, let me see what you twerkin’ with (twerkin’ with)
is you a squirter, a creamer? (creamer)
can i put you in a beamer? i’m in a two*seater (two*seater)
i was f*ckin’ with a alicia (alicia)
she suck that d*ck so good that almost i caught a seizure (oh, oh, oh)
i told her, “let my cousin f*ck too” (f*ck too)
i’m talkin’ dj, weegie, sage, they gon’ come through (p*ssy)
we gon’ run a train on you (on you)
and after that, you can be part of the sack chaser crew

[verse 4: t*row]
man, this b*tch just got a fat ass and a slim waist
that sh*t sn*tched, she a snack, wonder how it taste
she in her bag, i ain’t mad, baby, paper chase
’cause when i ain’t had, i was out here chasin’ bad to get my paper straight
i just wanna see you bend over and make it clap, baby
be careful dancin’ up on me, you know i’m strapped, baby
i don’t even this b*tch to hit the floor
either we f*ckin’ or we ain’t, let me know
’cause if we ain’t, then you could hit the door
i can call another ho, me, i got a gang of b*tches
i’ll call the whole gang to come through, we trainin’ b*tches
i’ll get messy right now and just start namin’ b*tches
keisha, tisha, alicia, man, they all eaters
[verse 5: woodboy gee]
come here baby, i’m tryna see how much it take to see you naked (come here. baby)
i spent a couple racks to see you bust it and see you shake it (yeah, see you shake it)
i’m down to trick, i’m pullin’ up buyin’ wigs and coppin’ laces (yeah, i’m down to trick)
i’m mr. spend big faces, and my b*tches, they ain’t basic (spend)
i just got a lil’ check i’m tryna put you in a benz coupe
that n*gga ain’t bought no brick, he ain’t never whipped zips in the chicken coupe (yeah)
i’m mr. front two plates, if you cop three i’ll charge you twenty*two
i’m mr. take a b*tch to the b&b and do my finish move (godd*mn)
huh, i be turnt up (for sure)
bae, i can’t f*ck you without a rubber, i might get a burnt up (burnt)
i put this drip on and get fly just like some bird nuts (yeah)
and that p*ssy sh*t them n*ggas on, it don’t concern us (ha), it don’t concern us (yeah)
i’ll make you take the pack and hit the road like you got cdl (a cdl)
my bm say, “you only can trick with hoes that got a bbl” (what?)
yeah, i’m a rapper last trapper, yeah, i be sellin’ bales (yeah, i trap)
at my traphouse i’m holdin’ weight, i d*mn near broke the scale

[outro]
(gangsta grizzillz)

- c stunna dj drama woodboy gee lyrics

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