Freak though - Screwed Version

T.I.P., Urban Legend

But she's a freak hoe, she got angel eyes, with the baby face

But she's a freak hoe, I want my momma and daddy to meet her

And have her have my baby

Man, but she's a freak hoe, they keep talkin talkin about ya

Because they, can't keep up witcha pace

You're my (super freak, super freak) you're my (super freak)

My momma taught me, everything fine ain't the finest

And everything that shine ain't a diamond

They sayin change come with time and I'm findin

That most bitches take ya kindness for blindness

Yeah it feel good layin here beside ya

Diggin deep all night inside ya

But we can't kick it out in public, gotta hide ya

Cause all my partnas in the hood done tried ya

It's true that you can't turn a hoe into a housewife

Well listen shawty, maybe I don't want a housewife

They say that you a freak, I'm thinkin that they 'bout right

Because that pussy so good and ya mouth tight

A pretty face, slim waist and a stout nice

Juicy ass that them niggas in the South like

A sexy sexy got a nigga thinkin 'bout a wife

Wearin all white, bein with her for life

But she's a freak hoe, she got angel eyes, with the baby face

But she's a freak hoe, I want my momma and daddy to meet her

And have her have my baby

Man, but she's a freak hoe, they keep talkin about ya

Because they, can't keep up witcha pace

You're my (super freak, super freak) you're my (super freak)

The main thing makin niggas judge ya

Is the same thing that make me wanna love ya

From the smell of ya hair I wanna hug ya

To the way you yell "give it to me" when I'm fuckin

Plus she ain't trippin trippin off a nigga cause he thuggin

That's why I'm twice as happy as relationships who wasn't

Partnas say ya trickin with his cousin

But never mind, I don't listen they be buggin

They find it hard to understand how could Tip love

This girl, with him in and out of strip clubs

Because Tip girls, leave 'em with girls

And in the mornin they be wakin up with six girls

They don't know we more like homies when we pick girls

Worry bout it, he ain't gotta make ya his girl

Fuck what he think about ya, I think you the shit girl

Make me wanna bring another kid in the world

But she's a freak hoe, she got angel eyes, with the baby face

But she's a freak hoe, I want my momma and daddy to meet her

And have her have my baby

Man, but she's a freak hoe, they keep talkin about ya

Because they, can't keep up witcha pace

You're my (super freak, super freak) you're my (super freak)

Now I've been told every nigga in the streets know

She nothin but a freak hoe, but when I look in them pretty eyes

I don't see it though, now she done showed me some shit

That I ain't seen before, but what we do behind closed doors

Is for me to know, all in all I've decided I'ma keep her though

I'm a fuckin grown man, what I'm creepin for?

Just try me bout her folk, that's what I'm totin heaters for

I'd die about her for a real good reason though

That's how I feel, let my partnas and my momma know

Keep it real, all the disrespect has gotta go

I just respect that she herself and she don't hide it

Though she may have been a tad misguided

All she need is a little affection, a lot of direction

A nigga with a constant erection

And I done wasted plenty time contemplatin second guessin

Procrastinatin, I wanna buy a ring and pop the question

But she's a freak hoe, she got angel eyes, with the baby face

But she's a freak hoe, I want my momma and daddy to meet her

And have her have my baby

Man, but she's a freak hoe, they keep talkin about ya

Because they, can't keep up witcha pace

You're my (super freak, super freak) you're my (super freak)

DJ Paul Wall, DJPaulWall.com

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