Lyrics:
fuck me
Get it on Sunday, spend it by-hold up
Money don't grow on trees
When your ratchet ass ask say please
How come every time you want me I sneeze
freaky, looking for a reason
By the look in yo eyes you don't gotta say much, I can tell that you need it
And you need it just as much as I needed you
Word
Get freaky
If that nigga wanna slide, Tell that nigga get freaky
And I'on wanna see em 'less that nigga getting freaky
Aye, OK
Real fine gutta bitch,
of
My sweet lil' darlin' gives me her love
Don't catch me chasin' 'round at night
I'm not impressed by glamor sights
Lil' darlin' may not be
How you doin' I'm Mr. Mos I'm back
Timb are you on it
Timb are you on it
Give me some
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you wanted?
Oh
at night
I keep a blue tip, I don't do the stick and move
Legs in the air, one lick, watch the bitch ooze
Uzi pistol pro, by my side, gift from Lil' Dude
All my little bad bitches in here
If you came to get ratchet, say "yeah"
Baby, touch your toes
We can get freaky, have an episode
Tell me is ya with
her?
Grab her by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her?
That's what I did, be smart, don't be a retard
You gonna take advice from somebody who
How you doin' I'm Mr. Mos I'm back
Timb are you on it
Timb are you on it
Give me some
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you wanted?
Oh
innocent
I can, I can get you right
Me and my homie, endorphins are air tight
Pleasure's what I swear by
My one code there's no code
Do what thou will
got blood on the scene
Don't cuff her, just fuck her, she gon' do the whole damn team
I'm talkin' lil' freaky lil' nasty bitch, these hoes ain't shit
Five years old I was picking my nose
Yo let me hit em' with this freaky fky flo freaky fky flo freaky fky flo
Freaky fky flo freaky fky flo freaky
Mercy imma give you no mercy
Baby I'ma give you this D
It's that pretty brown round driving me wild
Ooh child things about to get a lil freaky
Things
bouta get found by a fisherman
Yeaa, you guys is bitches, little girls
And Mr. Smith & Weston wanna kiss ya pussy pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire
than every (ooh) star above
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Stuff
You're never gonna get my love
Now I know all the girls I
I know what happened
Yeah, bring a lil' bag to the club break it down now she wanna get (Freaky)
She gon' throw it down pick it up take her home
It's on tonight (this is brought to you)
It's on tonight (by Jim Jonsin and Mr. 305)
She said no but I know it's on tonight
She said no but I know
hands together for Mr. Rock n Roll
Save me
Love me till the day I die take me to the mountain high
Baby
Guide me through the great divide and lay me
of
My sweet lil' darlin' gives me her love
Don't catch me chasin' round at night
I'm not impressed by glamor sights
Lil' darlin' may not be
together for Mr. Rock n Roll
Save me
Love me till the day I die take me to the mountain high
Baby
Guide me through the great divide and lay me by
I'm with you
Get the picture, looking at them pics got me about to cry
Me and her, we sexting, freaky, freaky texting
Told her send your boy a photo
She
weary
With Mr. Einstein's theory
So we must get down to earth at times
Relax relieve the tension
And no matter what the progress
Or what may yet be
like I fuck you
They don't do you right
But I'll show you what it's like
And you gone be drippin' by the end of the night
Yeah
I needa bitch freaky
'm lookin' can you help me out
I need a lil' bit and quick, you dig what I'm talkin' bout?
[Bad Azz]
Hey D-O-G, I got some Chronic, see I'm on my way
I
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