Freaky

(album: Wilt Chamberlain - 2008)

Ah-yeah, boy
They say they mad, its Saint Valentine
They call me Rio

Big, fat, skinny, or small, I like 'em all
I don't really care, as long as she a
Freak, freak, freaky, freak, freak, freaky
Freak, freak, freaky, freak, freak, freaky
She can be short or tall, I like it all
Big butt, no butt, bow legged, as long as she a
Freak, freak, freaky, freak, freak, freaky
So Icy, bossman, JL Valentine, I see you man
DJ Muthafucking Rail
Freak, freak, freaky, freak, freak, freaky

Shawty hella bad, with her yellow ass
She got hella ass, we got hella cash
Shawty got a tail on her, I'll tell you
I'ma spend some mail on her, I'll tell you
Big, fat, skinny, but I prefer a thick bitch
I'll take [?] if she want [?]
Real Zaytoven, Gucci, its a hit
She a very freaky girl, but I'm very, very rich
All these VVS's on my wrist
My diamond man said he gon' quit
Pretty like a diamond, my VVS chick
She heard it on the radio, said "That's my shit!"
Trap-A-Holics

Big, fat, skinny, or small, I like 'em all
I don't really care, as long as she a
Freak, freak, freaky, freak, freak, freaky (Yeah)
Freak, freak, freaky, freak, freak, freaky
She can be short or tall, I like it all
Big butt, no butt, bow legged, as long as she a
Freak, freak, freaky, freak, freak, freaky
Freaky, yeah
Freak, freak, freaky, freak, freak, freaky

She got a sassy attitude and her tongue rack
Get it cracking like Magic City on Monday
And she ain't afraid of a good three-way
As long as I can put it down, everything okay

And shawty like that
The way she work it on the floor, its giving heart attacks
Got all the niggas staring, how she throw it back
But once I got behind her, all you heard was "Smack, smack, smack, smack"

Big, fat, skinny, or small, I like 'em all
I don't really care, as long as she a
Freak, freak, freaky, freak, freak, freaky (Yeah)
Freak, freak, freaky, freak, freak, freaky
She can be short or tall, I like it all
Big butt, no butt, bow legged, as long as she a
Freak, freak, freaky, freak, freak, freaky
Freak, freak, freaky, freak, freak, freaky

She be posted by the bar, getting that patron on
So fine, make a nigga wanna phone bomb
"She's a very freaky girl" on her ring tone
Little ghetto in the club, screaming "That's my song!"

And shawty like that
The way she work it on the floor, its giving heart attacks
Got all the niggas staring, how she throw it back
But once I got behind her, all you heard was "Smack, smack, smack, smack"