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Freaking Out Video (MV)




Performed By: Creme Boys
Language: English
Length: 2:59
Written by: Evgeni Brosvik, Fredrik Søreide, Simon Huiberts




Creme Boys - Freaking Out Lyrics




Smoke a dick like a motherf*cker
Lick a chick like a motherf*cker
Meet your mom, cause you know I'll f*ck her
With your dad makes and Eiffel Tower
Get a son, he will be your brother
He's the one, got to be your lover

M to the C that's me Hubi G
I'm super, super cool
And i know you wanna be me
Making this sweet ass song
And having sex all night long
Hit somebody in the face
Then run to another place
Never get caught bitch please
And always hate police

Bad diarrhea from the Asian taqueria
Should have ate at home, but I'm glad to see ya
I'm on vacation, do you smell desperation
Or are my pants filled with smelly elation
Rolling down the hill, but I don't mind
Was dropped on the head, but i feel fine

Let's get freaky, I'm freaking out
Speaking of loving you just like a ho
Don't want your wedding ring, your not a bro
I am an animal, I am to sensible
This is the end of you, you are to slow
Your mother's serious, I'm her bitch
It's so serial we're nearly hitched
Mother is way to good, all over the neighborhood
Giving me money now, I'm so rich

Let's get freaky, I'm freaking out
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Smoke a dick like a motherf*cker
Lick a chick like a motherf*cker
Meet your mom, cause you know I'll f*ck her
With your dad makes and Eiffel Tower
Get a son, he will be your brother
He's the one, got to be your lover

M to the C that's me Hubi G
I'm super, super cool
And i know you wanna be me
Making this sweet ass song
And having sex all night long
Hit somebody in the face
Then run to another place
Never get caught bitch please
And always hate police

Bad diarrhea from the Asian taqueria
Should have ate at home, but I'm glad to see ya
I'm on vacation, do you smell desperation
Or are my pants filled with smelly elation
Rolling down the hill, but I don't mind
Was dropped on the head, but i feel fine

Let's get freaky, I'm freaking out
Speaking of loving you just like a ho
Don't want your wedding ring, your not a bro
I am an animal, I am to sensible
This is the end of you, you are to slow
Your mother's serious, I'm her bitch
It's so serial we're nearly hitched
Mother is way to good, all over the neighborhood
Giving me money now, I'm so rich

Let's get freaky, I'm freaking out
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Writer: Evgeni Brosvik, Fredrik Søreide, Simon Huiberts
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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