Freak Momma

Lyrics

The mack is back
 Sweeping up snack packs
 Still slinging that game on the rock track
 Feeling this bank and it don't stop, no
 Here we go again setting up shop, yep
 Looking for a thing with a nice hips
 Gotta have a set of them thick lips
 When it comes to sex I want a freak no lease with
 a baby got back teets
 It's on, why not get it on tape, son?
 Here I come with another one
 I wanna put you in the mud, honey
 Spittin' out of them guts like it ain't funny
 Yep, yep, yep, beat it by the king pimp
 Call mix if you wanna peep game simp
 Freak daddy if you wanna get nasty, call freak
 momma fast g, fast g, fast g
 (freak)
 (freak) yo
 (freak)
 Slow this on down, y'all
 Bring it back
 two, to the mack it ain't never through
 Oh, nasty rapper want to give it to
 You can dance on that table and play that stipper
 role and make love on the console
 She ain't nothing nice
 Undercover vice done picked her up twice
 She ain't no ho though, think you don't know
 though, she'll put you on the floor and then oh,
 no
 Wine, wine, wine, sexy dancer, no need to romance
 ya'
 I just want to tap that bird, so heed the word
 ya' just heard
 We cuss and fuss and kick up much dust, but you
 know, rap stars, you can trust us
 Ain't no sense in throwing no drag or drama
 Come on baby, give me that freak momma, freak
 momma
 Ah, ha
 Yeah, (freak) yeah
 Freak
 (freak)
 It's the only happening thing, yeah
 (freak)
 Ah
 Mister t wants to get ya'
 Take a few nasty pictures, and then flip ya',
 kiss ya', stick ya' in make-up
 Baby I just wanna get with ya'
 Loving these type of lyrics
 And baby I was raised on prince, not crack, so I
 gotta let you hear it
 I can't help myself, I love sexy and controversy
 Invasion of the rump snatcher
 Got much stabs, so you know I'll catch ya'
 So don't try to break, cause I come off straight,
 and other rappers try to come off cake, and their
 minds are stuck on me, and I'm stuck on you
 And step on me, and I'll step on you
 I ain't thinking about a man when I come through
 We can peel out on these yokohamas
 Just me and my freak momma, freak momma
 Yeah
 (freak)
 Let's see if I can do some of that mudhoney
 vocals
 (feak) ah, ha ha
 Yeah
 (freak)
 Just lost my street credibility, y'all
 Ha ha ha ha
 Freaky, come on
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Song Details

Duration
03:57
Key
8
Tempo
136 BPM

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