C Stunna - Freaknik Lyrics

Baby
I just push record
Twerk somethin' like it's '94 Freaknik for me

Go head and shake what ya momma gave ya
Know that thing sittin' right in every single angle
You know that Stunna comin' trim, girl, I'm too playa
Girl, I need that thing now, I can't wait for later
Girl, I like the way you move, yeah, you throw it right
Uh, left-right, left-right all night
Baby, wassup with that cat, do that thing bite?
I got my eyes on the prize, I can't lose sight
Go on and make that thing clap like a celebration
Only want a bad bitch, I can't f*ck with basic
Girl, you stay up on my mind when I'm sack chasin'
Damn, I'll give my all just to see you shake it

Girl, make that thing clap like a celebration
Girl, make that thing clap like a celebration
Damn, I'll give my all just to see you shake it
You got me all in the mall spendin' big faces
What you want me buy you, Louis V or Jimmy Choo?
She said that I'm the realest nigga that she ever knew
I told her, "You the baddest bitch that I done ever seen"
Ain't nothin' like a bad bitch who keep that pussy clean
Hair done, nails done, and her ass done
Baby know that she the shit, you can't tell her none'
Swear she got some pretty teeth and pretty toes
I swear this bitch way badder than these other hoes
You see that ass shakin' left-right, left-right
Bae, if he ain't spendin' he gon' get left, right?
Come and f*ck wit' Pocket, you know that my money long
I need a bad bitch that I can spend these hunnids on
Pocket love bad bitches

What you gon' do if I put these racks on you? (Racks on you)
It ain't nothin', I'll spend a couple stacks on you
I'm tryna see what you workin' with (workin' with)
Bend over, baby girl, let me see what you twerkin' with (twerkin' with)
Is you a squirter, a creamer? (Creamer)
Can I put you in a Beamer? I'm in a two-seater (two-seater)
I was f*ckin' with a Alicia (Alicia)
She suck that dick so good that almost I caught a seizure (oh, oh, oh)
I told her let my cousin f*ck too (f*ck too)
I'm talkin' DJ, Weegie, Sage, they gon' come through (pussy)
We gon' run a train on you (on you)
And after that you can be part of the Sack Chaser Crew

Man, this bitch just got a fat ass and a slim waist
That shit snatched, she a snack, wonder how it taste
She in her bag, I ain't mad, baby, paper chase
'Cause when I ain't had I was out here chasin' bad to get my paper straight
I just wanna see you bend over and make it clap, baby
Be careful dancin' up on me, you know I'm strapped, baby
I don't even this bitch to hit the floor
Either we f*ckin' or we ain't, let me know
'Cause if we ain't then you could hit the door
I can call another ho, me, I got a gang of bitches
I'll call the whole gang to come through, we trainin' bitches
I'll get messy right now and just start namin' bitches
Keisha, Tisha, Alicia, man, they all eaters

Come here baby, I'm tryna see how much it take to see you naked (come here. baby)
I spent a couple racks to see you bust it and see you shake it
I'm down to trick, I'm pullin' up buyin' wigs and coppin' laces
I'm Mr. Spend-Big-Faces and my bitches they ain't basic
I just got a lil' check I'm tryna put you in a Benz coupe
That nigga ain't bought no brick, he ain't never whipped zips in the chicken coupe
I'm Mr. Front-Two-Plates, if you cop three I'll charge you twenty-two
I'm Mr. Take-A-Bitch-To-The-B&B-And-Do-My-Finish-Move (goddamn)
Huh, I be turnt up (fo 'sho')
Bae, I can't f*ck you without a rubber, I might get a burnt up
I put this drip on and get fly just like some bird nuts
And that pussy shit them niggas on it don't concern us, it don't concern us
I'll make you take the pack and hit the road like you got CDL
My BM say, "You only can trick with hoes that got a BBL"
Yeah, I'm a rapper last trapper, yeah, I be sellin' bales
At my traphouse I'm holdin' weight, I damn near broke the scale

(Gangsta Grizzillz)