Tech N9ne - Freaky Lil' Things lyrics

I've been around the world I ya Freak so many girls I ya The women I done seen I ya Some freaky little things I ya (x2) Ya bets ta know I gotta, flex a flow about a s**y ho I gotta Let ya know about her, me next to go inside her I repped the mo beside her, we did it show at Granada Sexy dark chocolate, I think her name was Acua Young Schooler Hallelujah what I got to do ta get inside the cooler So I took her back to the mo she rode it like a pony she was O.G. young chick it was better than it was supposed ta be Was a Mexican and Italian chick named Mexital Marie For a minute she wondered about the chance she gets to wild wit me I'm ridin' with her and she had an enormous fart box, So we pulled over and I f**ed it doggy style in the automatic car wash Later that date she took me to see bait She bought a nacho plate but only Tech N9ne got ate The cerebellum was great then she sat on top of the snake I didn't even see bait so with my other b**h I had to skate I got contex plus I got bomb ex So after Grant then it's Kutt and baby I'm next So we can triple team up and f** your spleen up Between us get 3 nuts then you can beam up Now ya s**ual peak is met so don't fret When I call you up and say what's happening baby it's Tech I'm callin' to see if you down for heated s** So we can flex and you can lick the barcode on my neck I've been around the world I ya Freak so many girls I ya The women I done seen I ya Some freaky little things I ya Yo, yo she was a black gold, center fold cla**ic (Destiny) Chirped to Mack mode, that a** kept asking (rescue me) Provalaks and a double stack bag of (exstacy) It's on now exactly, Fiesta, I blasted fo-eva (cheeah) Another mate I can check on chess, was best for less dimeanor A record exec for Techanina, out of reach, like a man wit no Arms, but she let Kutty plow the peach, sorta like horses do farms A true charms tale (Addicted) wasn't supposed to see the botty, but I lucked up And Dave Weiner gave Kutt a thumbs up (Keep it real) From L-A-X to sunset, trunks get, the donks wet Beyonks let, outta towners hunt, s** for contest Rican and black, urinary freak in the sack (ol' what's her name) Janelle, used to let me skeet on her back end at the Grafton Down to the Best Western, let's turn this camcorder on Time 4 some action I've been around the world I ya Freak so many girls I ya The women I done seen I ya Some freaky little things I ya She was a supermodel I met her in Miami A video girl whose world was candy And she said I'm sour on the outside but sweet between the legs A freak, talked about what got her body hot Like lollipops and sheets I replied like, ma, I'm diabetic so I'm allergic to sweets We continued politicing bout if I got a chicken And her favorite way of all positions I listen to her talk, mesmerized by her eyes and the glide in her walk She was sent by satan himself Temptations prayin' for help But couldn't help it still Found help in 2 shots and a pop of a pill We peeled on our way, Blue Fountain room 3-1-8 Close the windows and let the sin blow Like a whirl wind smoked and joked about each others girlfriends And it's still a secret mi amor forever imma keep this beind closed doors I've been around the world I ya Freak so many girls I ya The women I done seen I ya Some freaky little things I ya