Larry Beansko Hodge - I Gets My Freaky on (feat. FamosAmosRaps) Lyrics

I gets my freaky on
Yup my freaky on
I gets my freaky on
Yup my freaky on
I gets my

Apply for position, missionary sister
Ride or doggy style name ya mile I deliver
Stand in front of mirrors I see dimples in ya back
So yeah we slapping water slap we sweating can't relax
Phone ringing off the hook, we busy call us back
It is Mister Nasty Time, but I ain't blowing out my back
She's exploding back to back like a stick of TNT
Or a buncha C4, counting down 2 3
To 1, lift off first kiss sent off
A sign that is was time for him and her to Kris Kross
But I never miss the bus, she jump when she bust
I'm hard like steel with a cane that don't rust
Down here we Jungle F*ckin oh boy, Oh girl
I might change it up if you really rock my world
But that's for later, I'm hoping that you'll see
That this is all I gotta say for me

I gets my freaky on
Yup my freaky on
I gets my freaky on
Yup my freaky on
I gets my

Who you gone call baby when ya wanna freak
Late night I hope it be me
Don't you call Tyrone, hit my phone
If it's off tell my Mama if I'm sleep
Cause you got that water wet wet yeah Dasani
And I just wanna be like a scuba diver
Dime dime baby I can barely talk I'm like
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh whooooo
Damn shame
Ain't a game so intelligent, so I took out her brain
I tried to go to the mentals deep in her dentals tryna see
What she don't want me to see, beautiful Black Queen
And I be like baby baby, yeah you gotta learn from your mistakes
Cause half of your friends I promise they snakes
Half-baked baby tryna chill and be with you
Everything they saying about a playa it ain't true

Yup my freaky on
I gets my freaky on
Yup my freaky on
I gets my