[1st Verse]
Girl drop
Get low like ya just
heard the groove pop
P pop, butterfly, booty
bounce, peculator, pony
ride, old school flip, do
the mash potatoes
I don't care just look freaky
Yo man in the club who's so sneaky
Yo voice like ?? so squeaky
?? you Shaniqwa, Shardinae
All yall got stripper names
baby we could play
But I got a clothin line
We specialize in lingerie
Walkin like you on a runway scrounge
For this performance I
took my braids out
Man im killin this track
until it fades out
Shake da bottle den release the cork
And let it spray out,
spray dese broads down
Wet t-shirt contest
500 dollas to the momi wit
the firmest breast
Yess
[Chorus]
Hachu I think im catchin the flu
Cuz you sick
Chicks get wet as soon as I spit
Freaky freaky freaky freaky freaky
Freaky freaky freaky freaky
Hachu I think im catchin the flu
Cuz you sick
Chicks go crazy when dey see my whip
Freaky freaky freaky freaky freaky
Freaky freaky freaky freaky [Repeat chorus]
[2nd verse]
If you too damn drunk den dis
track will annoy you
Stop hatin on a true baller
who'll employ you
All dese ladies wanna take me home
Guaranteed I aint
leavin dis club alone
All dis ass in here think I
aint getting some
Sippin on coke and rum getting numb
Momma shake it like a salt shaka
You and yo ying yang twinz
Im thug girl I aint tuckin my chain in
Why you wearin a fur
mothafucka it's rainin
You look like a fool for
girls what chu gamin
You should think about goin
home and changing
Cadillac escalade what I get brains in
Rollin my eyes to the
back of my head like im
trippin on heron
Got my head on sped on
She got a chest like vivica
Booty like that chick on outkast video
Here come the hook here we go
[Repeat chorus 2x]
[Guerilla Blacks Verse]
Got 300 dems got a few broads
just be runnin nems
smellin like ??
not waitin in line just
get pushed in yea we
pushed in
Young Rome and Black got em
gone offa Con and Yack
Pull up on got the crack oh!
Phat farm laced to the A-1
You kno a betta pimp
Naw it aint one
You and you get back stage
You and you get the gas faze
You and you way passed age
You right there you be nasty
Wanna creep wit me
Wanna freak wit me so frequently
You kno how G's be
The young guerilla wit the icy scrilla
Ma don't you kno im the illest
[chorus]
[Omari]
damn she got a fat ass too
uh!!!
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Let it go
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