Ba** Santana - Freaky Fred lyrics

Intro $ki: Aye Aye Yuh, Let's f** up some Commas [Verse 1] Hatin' on a n***a like your name George Bush This that new sh** like I'm a tourist Don't leave the kitchen till' I got a torn wrist Poppa bear in that p**y and I need some porridge Ricky bobby on my body and I got endorsements Put my dick in a witch, say rigor mortis (stish) Put a tat on my face and she call me gorgeous I done ran up the money, f** a portion [Hook] Houston, we might have a problem Houston, we might have a problem I spilt some lean in my Fanta I don't rock no mo' bandanas Nooo Houston, we might have a problem Houston, we might have a problem There is dead guys in my wallet Supreme just threw up in my closet [Verse 2] She ride on my dick like a biker Climb on my dick like a hiker Your b**h is very excited She wanna do it no Nike I rock the ski but no ski mask I rock the mask from the hockey I showed a trick to your wee-man We disappear won't say sorry Wipe me down No Shamwow Speaking with the pistol, sh** say G-rrrow JG Wentworth need my money now How I walk up bout the bank bands heavy like ow Only tip a n***a if he mean just like a cow Snub-nosed pistol make a n***a say ow Finger on trigger make em' kiss like now b**h I'm Freaky Fred with the flame like bow [Hook] Houston, we might have a problem Houston, we might have a problem I spilt some lean in my Fanta I don't rock no mo' bandanas Nooo Houston, we might have a problem Houston, we might have a problem There is dead guys in my wallet Supreme just threw up in my closet [Outro] Houston, we might have a problem Houston, we might have a problem Houston, we might have a problem Houston, we might have a problem I don't rock no mo' bandanas I spilt some lean in my Fanta Your b**h make me so excited I might just hit it, one night it