Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Freak Me (Interlude), artist - Keith Sweat. Album song Live, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 03.02.2003
Record label: Elektra
Song language: English
Freak Me (Interlude) |
Uh huh, Uh Huh |
(You sure?) |
Uh huh, Uh huh |
Keep it right there, yeah |
A lime to a lemon, a lemon to a lime |
C’mon baby, you gotta gimme mine |
Whatever I do, I’m garaunteed to shine |
I wanna see if your pony is genuine |
(Better ride it right, Hi-ho silver to the early light |
Slow it down a bit, get your face all yet drown in it) |
No doubt, the opposite of '96 |
(You turn me on sugar lick your lips) |
Girlfriend, keep it right there, face down with your hands in the air |
(Yeeaaahhh!) |
Watch my rocks |
What’s my M-O? |
(Always hot) |
As for my flow? |
(It don’t stop) |
Am I good to go? |
(Not my loss) |
Nobody can freak me like you |
Nobody can freak me like you |
Nobody can freak me like you |
Nobody can freak me like you |
Kitty kat ain’t nothin' but skin and bones |
You could flip it, lick it, or leave it alone |
You could grip, trick it, to each his own |
(I'll make your manhood shine like chrome) |
What?, you could work me out |
(I told you my ex-man turned me out, held me till I melt it down) |
Pound for pound I could freak 'em out |
Lover zone |
(Unplug the phone) |
You were out when ya mom and I home |
(Stop, I’ll shut you down, round and round, round and round) |
Work it out now, c’mon, here’s your reward |
All aboard! |
Word up, you can’t get up, I’ll leave your black cherry all split up, uh |
(Ooh all that drama sound real good, love to ride you) |
Wish you would |
(Yeah, but you won’t call me back, |
Man can’t take it when it’s squeezed like that |
I bite back, re-mat, strike that, a real live player won’t do me like that) |
True, what if I strip for you, dance on the bed while you under my leg |
Would you suck your fingers, start to beg, or would you crawl like a tiger |
And give me some head |
Either way you can have it your way |
(Four play all day) |
A.K.A. |
John Mickens, so I won’t be trickin' |
(We doin it, and doin' it, and doin' it well |
But you ain’t gettin' shit till I hear weddin' bells) |