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    "Freaks" Lyrics

    El Gant feat. Kool Keith

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    Freaks get naked, freaks get naked
    Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby
    Freaks get naked, freaks get naked
    Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby

    Girl I feel the way you love me, hold me at night and hug me
    You got the phone from my pocket to beep me and bug me
    Forget the do rag, I ain't no thug, gee, I'm more bugged gee
    Sleep in the bathtub, get rid of the waterbed

    Move your thongs out to the side
    Forget the the room, hotel lobby, I bone on the rug, gee
    Reset the tripod, filming women like Rocco
    Putting their hands between their legs, with ecstasy

    I feed the girls like cats, Purina to go
    Here's your bowl, they always jump out the shower
    Doggy style on the couch, with their heads shedding on my pants
    Rubbing next to me, you pay me, I'll pull out a [unverified] gee
    You changed up on me, now you gotta pee

    Freaks get naked, freaks get naked
    Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby
    Freaks get naked, freaks get naked
    Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby

    Trojans in the green pack, you lay on the kitchen table
    And lean back, fruit cocktail and pancakes syrup
    Flow down your butt crack, ice cream around your pelvis
    You're a star, baby, buy a ticket from New York

    You wanna meet guys like me, directors in Hollywood
    You wanna sell this, win awards in Vegas, slide your G-strings off
    You're wit' the top film makers, mid-town traffic
    I'm meeting with Black Tail, you're talking to fakers

    I own a factory, my workers are thong makers
    Black woman with Carribean shakers
    I've been doin' this since Time Square Arcades had Space Invaders
    Removing your panties off slow on Penn Station escalators

    I love lesbians, they're not haters hunny, you graduated to booty shorts
    Hands around the missal, you made it to the majors
    Pick a condom, cherry, strawberry, blue berry
    I got all flavors, I got all the flavors

    Freaks get naked, freaks get naked
    Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby
    Freaks get naked, freaks get naked
    Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby

    You make the appetizers, I'ma reconnect the DVD's
    The television is clear, ghetto booty in progress
    Adjust the antennas, hunny, no need for cable
    I fix the triple X wires, don't lie if you're on your time of the month

    You don't have to rush, 'cause internal problems can hold
    I don't want the room to smell like car tires
    I'm sipping stolichnayas, butterscotch
    Soaking your G-spot area from Breyer's
    Don't fool yourself with the toys under your bed

    You're deniers, no time to hurt you, they're looking for screamers
    I'm looking for cryers, admire your bed sheet you're on
    Careful planning, the one I need to teach you on
    No regular movie, I rather watch porn

    Freaks get naked, freaks get naked
    Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby
    Freaks get naked, freaks get naked
    Freaks get naked baby, freaks get naked baby
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY.
    Written by Keith Mathew Thornton.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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