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Gucci Mane

Freaky Gurl

 

Freaky Gurl

(album: Trap-A-Thon - 2007)


[Gucci talking]
she's a very freaky girl girl..
a very freaky girl girl..
Gucci I wanna very freak girl

[Chorus:]
Now she's a very freaky girl..
Don't bring her to mama..
first you get her name..
then you get her number..

Then you get sum get sum in the front seat of the hummer..
Then you get sum get sum in the front seat of the hummer

She's a very freaky girl..
she get it from her mama..
first you get her name..
then you get her number..

Then you get sum get sum in the front seat of the hummer..
Then you get sum get sum in the front seat of the hummer..

[Verse 1]
Gucci let me set the record straight.
Hater you participate.
three girls wit me like I'm going on Elimi-date.
Say you got a man but you man ain't here.
The ice in my ear shine like a shandalere.
Jumping out the phantom.
Don't you think I'm handsome.
Watch on my wrist cost more than a mansion.
But you baby daddy ain't icy like the kid be.
Got you baby mama, front seat of my Ferrari.

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Gucci.. Gucci man of flavor.. baby I'm that guy.
Girls eyeballs pop when they see when my lam pass by..
ah my money long as a limo.
Just to show off I put my wrist out the window.
I ride through the six.
little gish green bingo.
I fell off in the spot light.
ayy lets mingle.
Then the DJ play my new single.
The club got crazy.
All the girls went Psycho.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Gucci. Don't be conceited girl.
I know ya freaky girl.
I know ya secret girl.
But I'm gonna keep it girl
O you's a colledge girl.
Come be a Gucci girl.
O you's a Gucci fan.
Let's go to Gucciland.
And be your Gucci man.
Cause only Gucci can.
Drop a rag.
Pop your bag.
With a rubberband.
You diggin Gucci Gucci.
Let's do the oochi koochi.
O that's yo girlfriend.
Why don't you introduce me.

[Chorus]

done

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