Young Buck

Young Buck - Freak lyrics

It's the Remix

Young Buck!

G-Uniit South!

Ha ha!

Hey yo, it's like I got a spot out in L.A.

I got a spot in New York

And I just got a spot in the -A-

So shorty whats up?

I need a freak (Uh-oh)

Where she at (Oh-oh)

Uh-oh shorty (Shorty), here I go

She really got to know how to get down for hers

I'm talkin' about freakin' everybody

I need a freak (Uh-oh)

Where she at (Oh-oh)

Uh-oh shorty (Shorty), here I go

She really got to know how to get down for hers

I'm talkin' about freakin' everybody

I want a freak...

Yeah show me what you got girl

I ain't from around here, take me to your world

Cristal and patrone

And you know it's on (Yo!)

A Gangsta Grill mixtape, just to keep it goin' (Uh-oh, Aye!)

Mink floors so you got to take your shoes off (Whudd!!)

It's more room in this Phanton than a U-Haul

Shorty said she down with it but she got a man

And she ain't really used to havin' one night stands

So what its 'gon be, show me where you live

Put your head down baby, let me see your grill

Gone on with your bad ass make them hos hate

Well make up ya mind, real niggas don't wait (Nah!)

Look, what its 'gon take for you to break us all off

Never thought I'd see the day that I'd be askin' what it costs

The ice on my teeth got her starin' in my mouth

As soon as I find me a freak i'm out

I need a freak (Uh-oh)

Where she at (Oh-oh)

Uh-oh shorty (Shorty), here I go

She really got to know how to get down for hers

I'm talkin' about freakin' everybody

I need a freak (Uh-oh)

Where she at (Oh-oh)

Uh-oh shorty (Shorty), here I go

She really got to know how to get down for hers

I'm talkin' about freakin' everybody

I want a freak...

Here you go babydoll, take two of these

I'm a let the top down so that we can feel the breeze

Feelin' like a million bucks

In this Porsche truck

Got a big white cup

Full of purple stuff

Cell phone blowin' up

Yeah they wantin' Buck

If you ain't lettin' a nigga fuck

I ain't showin' up

In the strip club gone on that Grey Goose

These hos crushin' down pills in they orange juice

Do your thang ma, I ain't got a problem with it

And when your finished, roll the weed up and i'm a hit it

Thats how we do it seven days a week

When you see me in the streets

You can speak

I need a freak (Uh-oh)

Where she at (Oh-oh)

Uh-oh shorty (Shorty), here I go

She really got to know how to get down for hers

I'm talkin' about freakin' everybody

I need a freak (Uh-oh)

Where she at (Oh-oh)

Uh-oh shorty (Shorty), here I go

She really got to know how to get down for hers

I'm talkin' about freakin' everybody

I want a freak...

So holla!

For real though

I'm out here baby

Hey you know what it is

I ain't trippin'

My baby mama ain't trippin'

For real though

I mean, you got to love it baby!

Young Buck!

Let's go!

NA, remember what I said

I need a freak

And I don't discriminate against niggas' baby mamas

Come on shorty (Gangsta Grizzille!!]

Do ya thang shorty

Do ya thang shorty

If ya see me in the hood

Do ya thang shorty

Do ya thang shorty

If ya catch me in the club

Do ya thang shorty

Do ya thang shorty

When ya see me in the mall

Do ya thang shorty

Do ya thang shorty

Don't matter where I'm at (Yea!)

Do ya thang shorty

Do ya thang shorty

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