Download another mp3 audio song by Ludacris titled “Freaky Thangs” ft. Twista & Jagged Edge (Prod. by Bangladesh). Actually this amazing music is popped out of his 2001 album which is titled “Word Of Mouf”. Listen up below!. https://eastnaija.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/Ludacris_Ft._Twista__Jagged_Edge_-_Freaky_Thangs_Prod._by_Bangladesh.mp3 DOWNLOAD MP3 Ludacris freaky thangs lyrics It’s two a.m. in the morning and it’s uhh Light showers and you’re probably hookin’ up with that girl That’s been, two-wayin you all week Her baby daddy’s out of town so uhh, you can fuck around It’s okay to check in that Motel 6 $59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe Yeah, stop by that convenience store and pick up them rubbers Magnum I hope This is Faizon Love and uhh, I love hoes I just don’t pay ’em Cut up! Know we like that, get that cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout ’em Get that cut up! Oh-whooo, cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout ’em I’m kinda hopin that maybe you wanna kick it in the L.A.C So later on we’ll be rollin’ Drop tops, I’m hittin’ yo’ hot spots, I’m top notch My niggas never listen but I told ’em When I catch you at the game runnin’ game at the A.U.C Then later on we’d be bonin’ Fat cats, I’m ready to tap that, so back that No wonder why you wakin’ up up swollen I’m feelin’ you Luda’, smokin’ my buddha, coochie recruiter Comin at the fatty in a platinum Caddy so back it up fast Hit it a hour and a half, watch the spectacular splash On the back and leave it drippin’ down the crack of her ass Call me Mr. Magilla-cutty, chasin’ booty soft as silly putty Killa for money, still a thug get bump From slow pokin’ to locomotion, hittin’ bunnies, for threesomes getcha buddy When I’m feelin’ scummy I love to cut, 10-4 Thick skin so, butter soft I’m rippin’ the buttons off yo’ blouse Smell the aroma of a dingaling king Ludacris when I’m in yo’ house Check the ratio of men to women and women to men when down south Hot fellatio, hot jalapenos, holla while they in yo’ mouth So we love that c-c-c-c Cut up! Know we like that, get that cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout ’em Get that cut up! Oh-whooo, cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout ’em Now I got the feelin’ we can cut the hell out each other And I hope we be the same thang, freaks We can get the mattress goin’ ‘eh-err, eh-err’ Handlin’ business while I bang bang, skeet Wash the dick off and kick off another session again I can break ’em off in the shower, kitchen floor or the outdoors The pieces from the East is the shit And the flesh in the West is the best But Twista love them Chicago and South hoes Come up out yo’ negligee, freak ’em on a regular day Cum six times, but it’s seven today Ludacris in the back of your Chevrolet Ahh, ahh! What’s my name? So magical I come and touch the game You motherfuckers really lust to gain Nothin’ but hatin’ and a look of disgust Always a must, stay “Adrenaline Rush” Wonderin’ why they don’t be bustin’ the same I’m clutchin’ my thang Stuffin’ in it, strokin’ it down, beat the stuff up Uh-uh shorty, don’t run from it She give me the booty I’m breakin’ it off I can tell her style by the way that she walks Fatty flickin’ like it was dubs on it Peep how this player got skills, get ’em out the gator high heels Pullin’ rubbers and swishers up out your Prada bag Wanna smoke ‘dro I got a bag, take a proper drag before I tap it I love the chicks that got a lotta ass, so we love that c-c-c-c Cut up! Know we like that, get that cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout ’em Get that cut up! Oh-whooo, cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout ’em Bubble, bubble, bubbles is in the bathtub Makin’ you stutter from the b-body butters and backrubs It’s killin’ me thinkin about the bottles that pop The models that swallow willin’, up under my pillow stayin strapped up If it tickles in the middle from Mr. Pickles you try to escape So give me the rope you gettin’ wrapped up Rooty tooty so fruity and fresh, I’m fresh and fruity Ya duty’s to figure the booty’s gettin’ slapped up I love them chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread Long as I can still grab her legs, and push ’em up by her head How I dip up in it we can make a video But I got the radio bumpin’ Jagged Edge by the bed When you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy Come on and dip off through the hideout with Twist’ But after we do what we gon’ do get ya purse and get together Because now you gots to ride out, bitch Oh ‘Cris, can you do it again, that’s what they askin’ me Hit skins, causin’ catastrophes Get pinned, by me and my family Sip gin, fulfillin’ your fantasies In your condition I’m wishin’ you’ll take a lickin’ And keep on tickin’ from thicker thighs Finger lickin’ never get sick and tired, just take a look in her eyes And you can tell she’s a figure five, so we love that c-c-c-c Cut up! Know we like that, get that cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout ’em Get that cut up! Oh-whooo, cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout ’em Cut up, gettin brains, in the Range We love to cut up cause we like them freaky thangs I like it when you let me try, anythang Cause girl I ain’t got nothin but time Let a nigga get a little cut up girl Cut up, gettin’ brains, in the Range We love to cut up cause we like them freaky thangs I like it when you let me try, anythang Cause girl I ain’t got nothin’ but time Let a nigga get a little cut up girl I come from the eighth planet in the 19th galaxy Where the royal penis is clean, yo’ majesty Can it be, Sheila E, Appalonia, Vanity, all mad at me? I’m the Prince dick of insanity I’m good lovin’ body-rockin’ Knockin’ boots all night long, we not stoppin’ I don’t care if the kids watchin’ I stir it like motherfuckin’ coffee and brown sugar Girls dem sugar World class lover, Kama sutra Porno music producer Tallywhacker is a rock hard stormtrooper With a purple helmet, made for crushin’ pink cookies Goonie goo-goo, we cut bigfoots and wookies And fat women, because they need love too So go on big girl, whatchu gon’ do?