Juicy J - Freaky lyrics

[Intro] Chase Davis Drop that b**h Shut the f** up Shut the f** up Play me some of that $uicide Pimpin' Juicemane, A$AP Rocky, $UICIDEBOY$ Y'all know what it is Let's go [Chorus: Juicy J & A$AP Rocky] Do them freaky thangs Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs (Down on the floor) Do them freaky thangs Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs (Down on the floor) Do them freaky thangs Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs (Down on the floor) Do them freaky thangs Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs [Verse 1: Juicy J] b**h, you know I like that freaky sh**, I love a freaky b**h Just get nasty for a n***a, b**h, I'm filthy rich Don't stop, pop that p**y, Make that money baby f** that conversation, make them n***as compensate ya' I'm in Magic City, I'm grabbin' a** and titties I'm leaving King Of Diamonds, all them b**hes leaving with me Can't f** in Tennessee, bet them b**hes remember me I smoke a mild and make them pop up and drink Hennessey Anything is possible, I got alot to blow White girls on a lot of blow, that's a lot of snow b**hes love to bust it open, that's just what you gotta know You ain't tryna pop it hoe, b**h you know you gotta go [Chorus: Juicy J & A$AP Rocky] Do them freaky thangs Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs (Down on the floor) Do them freaky thangs Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs (Down on the floor) Do them freaky thangs Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs (Down on the floor) Do them freaky thangs Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] From the south, she got weed for sale Fix your weave and nails Out the house, she got lean for sale Pink codeine and syrup In the drought, come f** free for real But for me it's still, on the house I get it cheap for real, without a re, you tell (run your mouth) Hop in my vehicle, I put the d in tail Burning out, I push the V6-12, I put the V in 12 200 miles, cuz' if I see the twelve, my speed won't leave a trail Don't turn around Cuz if I- if I see the jail, I won't see you girl If I - if I meet your friend, then I won't need you girl If you- if you- if you give me threesome sh**, then I won't leave you girl You got a go If you shy, then ride a stripper pole There it go, real n***as know Real girls get down on the floor, on the floor [Chorus: Juicy J & A$AP Rocky] Do them freaky thangs Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs (Down on the floor) Do them freaky thangs Down south girls love to do them freaky thangs [Verse 3: Ruby da Cherry] Aye, aye I was [?] on that margarette You thought that she was hard to get When she wanted something, yeah, I bought her it Ruby beat the p**y with a bat, yeah, he slaughter it Cuttin' up like back in f**ing cla**, but I'm smarter, b**h Curve a f**ing hoe cuz' she a duck it for, I want a part of it It's still f** a hoe, she think my dick some sort of parlour trick It's still run a who*e over with the foreign whip Ask her how the tires f**in' taste, yeah, that's the start, lil b**h Ruby got the big body Benz, ain't no parking it She wants the kids inside her p**y, but there ain't no parking it, ah [Verse 4: $crim] Slob on my knob, lil b**h, do your job s** it with skin, where you f** the whole tit Rob you out your pockets, whistle up the code All my partners dipped in gold Hit my little bottom b**h Lesbo in the closet, still bouncing like hydraulics Six-four knocking All these hoes they d**h Row '94 Black, Asian, Persian, even white girls Skin a savage, pimp with a mink coat, walking with a limp Cut-throat, rocket play dead, Uncle Juicemane Still f** a hoe, and that's going to the grave That's going to the grave