T double O I like to say these rhymes, I do it all the time I make my own damn beat now all the money is mine I carry big fat wives, I treat my girls like guys
freakin' she lickin' she rubbin' Then she pulled my dick out and start suckin' All because I be the Twista Even though T-Pain told me shorty was a freak
shop There's only one place where we can go Where the price is right just to fuck a ho It's always popular with the girls and the guys 'Cause for all
a odd number The way you doin that thang can make the guys wonder Of what's underneath or even if it's real I'm hoping she's a freak cause I ain`t
and a clap what happened to just spittin about living in the muthaf-cking city you at in the grimiest condition, I breath in drama King Mathers and Cash me, thats freak
'm startin' now Makin' sure I look fine tonight Call Rene and Boo Gotta meet them soon Tell T to call Shawn I'll be there at 1:00 When we show up All the guys
[Verse 1] My home boy rico, fell in love wit kesha Full time freak bitch part time teacher Me and kesha cool cuzz I use to fuck tammy That's her lil sista
a split wit' me, then bitch you got a hit Big money on my leisure, pop bottles wit' top models Wit' my goons in Puerto Rico, yo' girlfriend I'ma freak
Yeah well, we're back with another one Comin? hard and got suckers on the run You say, you guys are known for havin? fun Yeah well, we'll do what has
walked through the back Dick fell to the floor then it touched the ceiling like a basong Parents gone for the weekend Lets start the freakin Theres some
up, hollering, seven through three sixes No, we ain't the devil, where ya llama, dick? Can't stand the other side, niggas know we rich, we color guys
through the night, floatin' like a butterfly Sting like a bee for my honey pie, I'm Southern Fly Soon as CiCi sees me, she sings me a lullaby And other guys
?), kinda good, yeah, but as for her face, Jabba The Hut I shoulda played Michael Jackson, told her to beat it I said, what the heck, I got a condom, freak
away the rotten bacon fakin' sizzling I wanna make your feelings cool, let's get you a towel With a style, I keep it fresh like a produce aisle What's up to the guys
rotten bacon fakin sizzling I wanna make your feelings cool, let's get you a towel With a style, I keep it fresh like a produce aisle What's up to the guys
say, 'Rewind that' Niggaz know, we go against the Harlem Jigalo Getcha hoe, lick her low, make the bitch, hit the do' I represent honies with money fly guys
shit in the Forbes, Trump tower for 'self So you know I'm still pitchin' the boy An' the niggas need lottery numbers Charge this some more and the guys freak
(Violent J) You guys ready? Alright, I'm first with the freestyle up in the free studio Lotus Pod, Uhh I split your whole fucking forehead open Rude Boy