Ludacris – Freaky Thangs ft. Twista & Jagged Edge (Prod. by Bangladesh)

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”.

 

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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?