| It’s two a.m. in the morning and it uhh.
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| light showers and you’re probably hookin up with that girl
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| that’s been, two-wayin you all week. |
| Her baby daddy’s out
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| of town so uhh, you can fuck around. |
| It’s okay to check in
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| that Motel 6. $ 59.95, not a cent more, for that dirty-ass ho.
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| Yeah. |
| Stop by that convenience store and pick up them rubbers —
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| magnum I hope. |
| This is Phazon Love and uhh, I love hoes.
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| I just don’t pay 'em!
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| Cut up! |
| Know we like that, get that cut up
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| Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em
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| Get that cut up! |
| Oh-whooooooo, cut up
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| Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em
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| I’m kinda hopin that maybe you wanna kick it in the L.A.C.
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| So later on we’ll be rollin
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| Drop-tops I’m hittin yo' hot spots I’m top notch
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| My niggaz never listen but I told 'em
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| When I catch you at the game runnin game at the A.U.C.
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| that later on we’d be bonin
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| Fat cats I’m ready to tap that so back that
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| No wonder why you wakin up up swollen
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| I’m feelin you Luda', smokin my buddha, coochie recruiter
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| Comin at the fatty in a platinum Caddy so back it up fast
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| Hit it a hour and a half, watch the spectacular splash
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| on the back and leave it drippin down the crack of her ass
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| Call me Mr. Magillicuddy, chasin booty soft as silly puddy
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| Killin for money, still a thug get bump; |
| from some pokin
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| and locomotion hittin bunnies, for threesome getcha buddy
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| When I’m feelin scummy I love to cut
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| Tan skin so, butter soft I’m rippin the buttons off yo' - BLOUSE
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| Smell the aroma of a dingaling king Ludacris when I’m in yo' - HOUSE
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| Check the ratio of men to women and women to men when down — SOUTH
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| Hot fellatio, hot jalapenos holla while they in yo' - MOUTH
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| So we love that k-k-k-k
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| Now I got the feelin we can cut the hell out each other
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| And I hope we be the same thang — freaks
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| We can get the mattress goin eh-err, eh-err
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| Handlin business while I bang bang — skeet
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| Wash the dick off and kick off another session again
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| I can break 'em off in the shower, kitchen flo' or the outdoors
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| The pieces from the East is the shit
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| and the flesh in the West is the best
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| but Twista love them Chicago and South hoes
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| Come up out yo', negligee, freak 'em on a regular day
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| Cum six times — but it’s seven today
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| Ludacris in the back of your Chev-e-rolet
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| Ahh, ahh! |
| What’s my name?
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| So magical I come and touch the game
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| You motherfuckers really lust to gain
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| Nothin but hatin and a look of disgust
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| So it’s must, stay «Adrenaline Rush»
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| Wonderin why they don’t be bustin the same
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| I’m clutchin my thang;
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| stuffin in it, strokin it down, beat the stuff up
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| Uh-uh shorty, don’t run from it
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| She give me the booty I’m breakin it off
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| I can tell a style by the way that she walk
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| Fatty flickin like it was dubs on it
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| Peep how this player got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels
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| Pullin rubbers and swishers up out your Prada bag
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| Wanna smoke 'dro I got a bag, take a proper drag befo' I tap it
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| I love the chicks that got a lotta ass, so we love that k-k-k-k
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| Bubble, bubble bubbles is in the bathtub
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| Makin you stutter from the b-body butters and backrubs
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| It’s killin me thinkin about the bottles that pop
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| The models that swallow willin, up under my pillow stayin strapped up
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| If it tickles in the middle from Mr. Pickles you try to escape
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| So give me the rope you gettin wrapped up
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| Rooty tooty so fruity and fresh, I’m fresh and fruity
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| Ya duty’s to figure the booty’s gettin slapped up
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| I love them chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread
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| Long as I can still grab her legs, and push 'em up by her head
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| How I dip up in it we can make a video
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| but I got the radio bumpin Jagged Edge by the bed
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| When you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy
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| come on and dip up through the hideout with Twist'
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| But after we do what we gon' do getcha purse and get together
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| because now you gots to ride out — bitch!
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| Oh 'Cris, can you — do it again, that’s what they askin me
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| Hit skins, causin catastrophes
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| Get pinned, by me and my family
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| Sip gin, fulfillin yo' fantasies
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| In yo condition I’m wishin you’ll take a lickin
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| and keep on tickin from thicker thighs
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| Finger lickin never get sick and tired, just take a look in her eyes
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| and you can tell she’s a figure five, so we love that k-k-k-k
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| Cut up, gettin brains, in the Range
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| We love to cut up cause we like them freaky thangs
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| I like it when you let me try, anythang
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| Cause girl I ain’t got nothin but time
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| Let a nigga get a little cut up girl
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| I come from the eighth planet in the 19th galaxy,
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| where the royal penis is clean, yo' majesty. |
| Can it be,
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| Sheila E, Appalonia, Vanity, all mad at me? |
| I’m the
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| Prince dick of insanity. |
| I’m good lovin, body-rockin,
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| knockin boots all night long, we not stoppin.
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| I don’t care if the kids watchin, I stir it like motherfuckin
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| coffee and brown sugar. |
| Girls dem sugar. |
| World class lover.
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| Kama sutra, porno music producer. |
| Tallywhacker is a rock hard
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| storm trooper with a purple helmet, made for crushin
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| pink cookies. |
| Goonie goo-goo, we cut bigfoots and wookies;
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| and fat women, because they need love too.
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| So go on big girl, whatchu gon' do? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Freaky Thangs , by - Ludacris. Song from the album Word Of Mouf, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп