Freaky Fred

To bass be the glory Ayy, ayy, yuh, wet, splash Hatin' on a bitch like your name George Bush This that new shit like I'm a tourist Don't leave the kitchen till' I got a torn wrist Papa Bear in that bitch and I need some porridge Ricky Bobby on my body and I got endorsements Put my dick in a witch, say rigor mortis Put a tat on my face and she call me gorgeous I done ran up the money, fuck a portion 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' bandannas, no 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 She ride on my dick like a biker, climb on my dick like a hiker Your bitch 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 it down, no ShamWow Speaking with the pistol, shit say grrr-ow J.G. Wentworth need my money now How I walk up bout the bank bands heavy like ow Only tip a bitch if he mean just like a cow Snub-nosed pistol make a bitch say ow Finger on trigger make em' kiss like now Bitch I'm Freaky Fred with the flame like bow 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' bandannas, no 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 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' bandannas I spilt some lean in my Fanta Your bitch make me so excited I might just hit it, one night it