"Freaky Girl (Kwik Mix)" lyrics

Yeah (Remix)
Luda (Remix)
Yeah
I got her number, huh (Yeah)
I got some brain (Yeah)

She's a very freaky girl (Yeah), don't bring her to mama (Chyeah, chyeah)
First you get her name (Name), then you get her number (Number)
Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Chyeah)
Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Yeah)
She's a very freaky girl (Yeah), don't bring her to mama (Mama)
First you get her name (Name), then you get her number (Number)
Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Chyeah, remix)
Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer, uh (Remix)

Let me set the record straight, hater, you participate
Three girls with me like I'm goin' on ElimiDate
Say you got a man, but your man ain't here
The ice in my ear shine like a chandelier
Jumpin' out the phantom, don't you think I'm handsome?
Watch on my wrist cost more than a mansion
Bet your baby daddy ain't icy like the kid be
Got your baby mama front seat of the Ferrari

She's a very freaky girl (Yeah), don't bring her to mama (Chyeah, chyeah)
First you get her name (Name), then you get her number (Number)
Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Chyeah)
Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Yeah)
She's a very freaky girl (Yeah), don't bring her to mama (Mama)
First you get her name (Name), then you get her number (Number)
Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Chyeah)
Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer, uh (Luda)

I got some brain up in the front seat of the Hummer
And if you can make it rain, then Ludacris can make it thunder
I ain't messin' with these lames but I seem to make 'em wonder
How I came and took the game for the past seven summers
Now yo' woman wanna get it from the front (From the front), from the back (From the back)
And if she with it I'ma hit it from the side
Give her what she want (What she want), in the 'Lac (in the 'Lac)
She a freak and I can see it in her eyes
She can go tit (Go tit), for tat (For tat), it's so good that I made her wanna cry
A little bit of this (Little this), a little that for a two piece biscuit and some fries
Straight from Church's, ya boyfriend's worthless
'Cause Luda' go deep while he barely scratch the surface
She itching for a scratch like she DJ JC
If you looking for ya match, bitch, come and find me
I be in the A town, I ain't that hard to find
Put ya legs up in the air and see the DTP sign
If ya wanna meet my mama, that's a thing I won't do
You say muthafuck me, nah, muthafuck you, kno' why?

She's a very freaky girl (Yeah), don't bring her to mama (Chyeah, chyeah)
First you get her name (Name), then you get her number (Number)
Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Chyeah)
Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Yeah)
She's a very freaky girl (Yeah), don't bring her to mama (Mama)
First you get her name (Name), then you get her number (Number)
Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (Chyeah)
Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer, uh

And listen 'cause all this raw, Gucci Mane
Big Cat Records

Don't be conceited, girl, I know you're eater, girl
I know your secret, girl, but I'm gon' keep it, girl
Oh, you's a college girl? Come be a Gucci girl
Oh, you's a Gucci fan? Let's go to Gucci Land
You diggin' Gucci Mane 'cause only Gucci can
Drop a stack, pop your back with the rubber band
You diggin' Gucci Gucci, let's do the oochie-coochie
Oh, that's your girlfriend? Why don't you introduce me?