See

Chours:
I wanna get next to you, and freak ya body
My ***y baby ooo wee, my supa freak I wanna get next to
You and freak ya body ma ***y baby ooo wee!

Verse 1:
Shawty see I ain't nothin like *** other types
I'm like them thug niggaz but I never *** wit dikes
Call me ya unda cova lova I'll do what you like
Can do it anyway anywhere, anyhow any night so tight
And you can feel it in ya dreams don't you?
I got a drug habit for ya like *** feins want cha
Anticipate the point ta see ya and put tha squeeze on ya
I cop a fifth and take a sip and put the please on ya
Ohh you got me thinkin bout you when I'm gone
And I don't smoke no cigarettes but I be in the zone
My fan jokin in my session cuz on the phone
Tellin you gon get the business when you get home
You know that ohh aww baby boy I know you feelin it too
We bout to do whateva you like gettin loose while we sippin tha goose
You got me feel like

Chours:
I wanna get next to you, and freak ya body
My ***y baby ooo wee, my supa freak I wanna get next to
You and freak ya body ma ***y baby ooo wee!

Verse 2:
Know *** boy got me wide open the way he get up close and get
My thighs open, you know tha ah,ah when we start movin *** nigga
Got me makin love wit ma eye's open
Keepin it goin wit tha up and down, back and forth, and the side and
Around and he askin more and he tyin me down to the back board and it sound like we
Tearin down the back wall and I ain't tryna play you blind shawty
I'm, tryna get up in ya mind, make you mine shawty and ask ma best friend if you
Think I'm lyin shawty you got ya game right and I think you fine shawty
Forreal and you ain't trippin on ma record deal or how I'm lookin in ma pictures
Wit ma *** appeal we in the chevy dro'ed out bumpin "Lets Chill" and got some orange juice
Ready for *** X pills, still

Chours:
I wanna get next to you, and freak ya body
My ***y baby ooo wee, my supa freak I wanna get next to
You and freak ya body ma ***y baby ooo wee!

Verse 3:

Backgroud:
Man: come here
Woman: moaning
Man: come here
Woman: uh ah baby
Man: come here
Woman: no baby
Man: see
Woman: no baby, no!

Now we back to the hand cuffin bed bangin now I'm crazy
Cuz I can't touch him he got a way he wanna lay me wit my legs open
A supa freak and ohh baby I ain't sayin nothin
I'll be ya private dancer watch the way the booty drop
And you can through that thang back and make the booty pop
Or we can get the freaky, Freaky wit the ochy wa
I like the way he licky, licky wit the juicey pop and when I get
On top



Chours:
I wanna get next to you, and freak ya body
My ***y baby ooo wee, my supa freak I wanna get next to
You and freak ya body ma ***y baby ooo wee!

(repeat till the music fades)