Young Rome Lyrics

Album: Food For Thought

Freaky Lyrics

(feat. Guerilla Black)

 [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!!!

 

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