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Freaknik Lyrics by C Stunna, DJ Drama, Woodboy Gee

Still Stuntin

2024

[Intro: DJ Drama]
Baby
I just pushed record
Twerk somethin' like it's '94 Freaknik for me
[Verse 1: C Stunna]
Go 'head and shake what your mama gave you
Know that thing sittin' right in every single angle
You know that Stunna comin' trim, girl, I'm too player
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, what's up with that cat? Do that thing bite?
I got my eyes on the prize, I can't lose sight
Go'n and make that thing clap like a celebration
Only want a bad bitch, I can't fuck 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
[Verse 2: Fatpocket]
Girl, make that thing clap like a celebration
Girl, make that thing clap like a celebration (Ayy, ayy)
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 (Ass done)
Baby know that she the shit, you can't tell her nothin' (Tell her nothin')
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 (Right)
Bae, if he ain't spendin', he gon' get left, right?
Come and fuck with Pocket, you know that my money long
I need a bad bitch that I can spend these hundreds on
Pocket love bad bitches
[Verse 3: Jimbo World]
What you gon' do, I put them 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 Bimmer? I'm in a two-seater (Two-seater)
I was fuckin' with Alicia (Alicia)
She suck that dick so good that I almost caught a seizure (Oh, oh, oh)
I told her let my cousin fuck too (Fuck too)
I'm talkin' DJ, Weegie, Sage, they gon' come through (Crazy)
We gon' run a train on you (On you)
And after that, you can be part of the SakChaser crew
[Verse 4: T-Row]
Man, this bitch 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 need this bitch to hit the floor
Either we fuckin' or we ain't, let me know
'Cause if we ain't, then you can hit the door
I could 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
[Verse 5: Woodboy Gee]
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 did)
I'm down to trick, I'm pullin' up buyin' wigs and coppin' laces (I'm down to trick)
I'm Mr. Spend Big Faces and my bitches, they ain't basic (Spend)
I just got a lil' check, I'm tryna put you up in a Benz coupe
That nigga ain't bought no brick, he ain't never whipped zips in the chicken coop (Yeah)
I'm Mr. Front Two Plates, if you cop three, I'll charge you twenty-two
I'm Mr. Take a bitch to the 'Bnb and do my finish move (Goddamn)
Huh, I be turnt up (For sure)
Bae, I can't fuck you without a rubber, I might get burnt up (Burnt)
I put this drip on and get fly just like some bird nuts (Yeah)
And that pussy shit them niggas on, it don't concern us (Hah), it don't concern us
I'll make you take the pack and hit the road like you got CDL (A CDL)
My BM say, "You only can trick with hoes that got a BBL" (What?)
Yeah, I'm a rapper slash trapper, yeah, I be sellin' bales
At my traphouse, I'm holdin' weight, I damn near broke the scale
[Outro]
(Gangsta Grizzillz)

About “Freaknik” by C Stunna

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"Freaknik" appears on "Still Stuntin" in 2024.

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