Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Freaky Shit, artist - Mac Dre. Date of issue: 27.04.1998
Song language: English
Freaky Shit |
| It don’t matter how you do it, when you do it, who you do it wit' |
| Long as it’s that freaky shit |
| Never question profession since I was an adolescent |
| To females, here’s a suggestion when it comes to the dick |
| I make draft picks, the ones who cum too quick |
| And the ones that hang with it |
| Watchin' hoes hate ‘cause can’t handle this |
| Rollin' on a hot night and lookin' jiggy |
| Checkin' my pockets, nothin' less than a fifty; |
| niggas feel me |
| Step in the club, niggas and broads wall-to-wall |
| Step to the bar to get my swerve on, Henny with a straw |
| What I’m in the mood for when it comes to my nut, I’m hardcore |
| Send the Mo to the table by the dancefloor |
| Walk through the crowd, gettin' jocked with my crew |
| Somebody’s popped the Mo ‘cause somebody’s gettin' screwed |
| Let me get my stroll on, so I can see who’s bold |
| Because this pussy I got here, yeah, it’s platinum gold |
| And my lips on swole as you explode |
| Beggin' for the ass once more and now you know the shit’s no joke |
| Give me five hund' because baby I need some smoke |
| Pussy-whipped, so fake niggas, they can’t cope |
| 69 ways turn into a 1−38 |
| From the dining room table, I’m watchin' you masturbate |
| Turn that ass over and assume the position |
| Either it’s a stickin' or a hellafied freaky lickin' |
| Oh, you ain’t knowin' ‘bout this mackin' ass P |
| I be that Infamous sista from the S-A-C, bitch |
| Blaze my muthafuckin' blunt in a set |
| And all you playa hatin' hoes, you can give Mac Dre head |
| All you hatin' ass niggas, keep your eyes on your bitch |
| One time is all it takes and she’ll be lickin' on my clit, ha ha |
| You got yours first but don’t trip |
| Don’t stop, let’s continue |
| Play with my nuts while I’m diggin' in deep up in you |
| You ain’t no punk, ugh, girl, you’s a freak |
| On your stomach while I’m divin', you squeezin' booty cheeks |
| Now switch ‘em up, hit ‘em up in the air and open wide |
| Let me slide and glide before you ride |
| This a trip, damn, baby, you hella sick |
| Put her mouth to the pussy to the booty back to the mouth slurpin' hella dick |
| You hella wet, ugh, and gettin' moister |
| You on gin, ginseng, hop, and smoked oysters |
| Stupid doo doo, you got voodoo, bitch, I think you cursed |
| The way you stripped and pulled that big dildo out your purse |
| Joogin' and jabbin', stabbin', havin' a ball |
| Jackin' off, soundin' hella soft |
| You got a husband? |
| You married and doin' sneaky shit? |
| But don’t trip, beyatch, this that freaky shit |