Freaking It Out Tiktok Song Lyrics


Freaking It Out Tiktok Song Lyrics By Busta Rhymes. SHORTY WILDIN AND SHORTY OPEN SHE BEASTIN IT OUT FOR THE RECORD (Huh) JUST A SECOND I’m FREAKIN IT OUT (Come on) WHILE SHE TRYIN TO Touch SEE I WAS PEEPIN IT OUT SHE TURNED AROUND AND WAS TRYIN TO PUT.

Freaking It Out Tiktok Song Lyrics

Aiyyo Swizz I don’t think they ready for this sh^tAiyyo let me take they a^s back to the club real quick

(Get low Bus!) Who be the King of the Sound? (Uh huh)Busta Bus back to just put a lock on a town (Uh huh)Lot of my bi^^hes be comin from miles aroundSee they be cumin (Uh!) cause they know how the God get down (TURN IT UP!!)NOW YOU KNOW WHO HOLDIN THE THRONE SO GIMME THE CROWN (Huh)NI^^AS SOLUTIN AND TRYIN TO GIVE ME A POUND (Come on)I DON’T REALLY FUCK WITH YOU NI^^AS YOU NI^^AS IS CLOWNMAKIN THE bi^^hES STRIPPIN THROW THEY sh^t ON THE GROUND(Get low Bus!) Now that’s the way that it goes (Uh huh)When we up in the spot the sh^t be flooded with hoes (Come on)See we a make it hot, the chicks will come out their clothesThat’s when you get it (Huh) mami already know I suppose (TURN IT UP!!)SHORTY WILDIN AND SHORTY OPEN SHE BEASTIN IT OUTFOR THE RECORD (Huh) JUST A SECOND I’m FREAKIN IT OUT (Come on)WHILE SHE TRYIN TO Touch SEE I WAS PEEPIN IT OUTSHE TURNED AROUND AND WAS TRYIN TO PUT MY D^^K IN HER MOUTH I LET HER

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(Get low Bus!) And as we started, got me ringing her bell (Uh huh)When I come I be doin it and doin it well (Uh huh)Then I beat up the coochie and be makin it swellTryin to hide the smell of the s^^, spraying on the Chanel (TURN IT UP!)THEN THEY TRY TO WALK WITH A STRUT SO NO ONE COULD TELLHOW A NI^^A GOT IN THEY B^^T, MADE EVERYTHING JAILNOW THE TICKLE WILD LIKE A NUT, SHE BLOWIN MY CELL (Come on)CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF THE KID I PUT HER UNDER MY SPELL(Get low Bus!) It’s crowded mami move it along (Uh huh)If you know you ’bout it then get to removin your thong (Uh huh)To the whip in back of the truck that’s where you belongAfter the Yac, see the type of raunchy sh^t they be on (TURN IT UP!!)STREET NI^^AS RESPECT IT BECAUSE MY MOVEMENT IS STRONG (Come on)CAUSE WE CONSISTENTLY REPPIN SEE MY MONEY IS LONGALL MY bi^^hES IS WITH ME SEE HOW THEY SINGIN THE SONGPLUS HOW WE GIVE YOU THE STICK AND WE BE D^^KIN ALONG, I LET HER

(Get low Bus!) The God of the black, see that I’m back (Uh huh)Every single time that I drop, the sh^t is a wrap (Uh huh)For the NI^^As hatin the kid I’m clos to strapCause all these bi^^hes wanna come talk to sit on my lap (TURN IT UP!!)EVERYTIME I GIVE YOU BANG sh^t TO KNOCK IN YOUR WHIPNI^^A ALWAYS DO HIS THING bi^^h LOCKIN THE STRIP (Come on)LOT OF MAMI’S IS DANCIN AND THEY SHAKIN THEY HIPSAFTER THAT THEY GET LOW AND PUT THE THING ON THEIR LIPS, I LET ‘EM

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Aiyyo SwizzyI told these ni^^as I was coming back to bust they a^s!Okay! Remix! Part two!

See, now you know who the God beBack runnin’ the city and you know who the squad beFlipmode, bi^^h, look see ain’t nothin’ changedNow I’m back with the remix with the Queens of the game (Turn it up!!)When you see me in the spot, you ni^^as better respect itY’all already know where I rep, ain’t no reason to check itAnd I know that you ain’t f^^kin’ with me, just for the recordSo instead, I’mma let Mary J. Blige come and set it(Now get low Mary)

Maybe you can guess who it is (Uh huh)Mary J. Blige, I’m ’bout to handle my biz (Uh huh)I’m on my grown woman, still I rep for the kidsIn every hood, and all my peoples doin’ a bid (Turn it up!!)Now you know who’s really the queen, deliver the mailSeven hundred thirty thousand, first week of my salesThe haters plot and they watch, lookin’ all paleWhile I’m on a yacht, overseas, doin’ my nails

(Get low Digga!)Now he sittin’ there lookin’ stuckHe thinkin’ cause he spent a little dough I’m ‘gon f^^kIf money ain’t a thing, I’m sayin’ let a bi^^h knowType to empty an account, how far you willin’ to go (Turn it up!!)Now he hopin’ on the jet, he ain’t wastin’ no timeTold me all expense paid anyplace I could findHit the islands in the winter, trickin’ all on his dimeAin’t a shorty in the world pu^^y better than mine, they wanna

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Bus, this is serious, man!(Get low, Missy)I’m jinglin’ baby, go ‘head mamiDon’t I look charmin’, put your lips up on meKiss it, touch it, good, yes I wish you would (Turn it up!!)You like to see me when I dip, baby, dipDon’t it look like I got Beyonce’s hipsLookin’ like I could be like Nia LongBoy, you smokin’ that Cheech and Chong

(Get low, Banks)I know it feels like I been gone for a minuteBut I’m back, chinchilla ice on with a fittedEverybody talk money, everybody gone with itWith that bowl of bread smaller than the arm of a midget(Turn it up!!)And you know I’m doin’ my thing, it’s blue in the ringIf you had it like this, you probably do it the sameBut you won’t, cause you broke, all you do is complainAfter the club, I’mma put a few in the range and let ’em

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(Get low, Papoose)Five boroughs of death, you don’t understandI got New York City in the palm of my handNow I could make a tight fist and let it crumble ridiculousOr I could smack the world with a New York Nemesis (Turn it up!!)I got Staten Island on my pinky, Queens on my thumb, dudeThe Bronx on my middle finger screamin’ f^^k youRock ice in Manhattan so there’s the ring fingerYou know I had to keep Brooklyn on the trigger finger

(Get low, X)Swizz is the monster, X is the beastf^^kin’ with Bus, everyday is a feastStay off the streets, I’m tired of talkin to y’all ni^^asI’m a stick a fork in y’all ni^^as (Turn it up!!)When I hit ’em man, that truck come get ’em manf^^ked up how I did ’em manAin’t no remorse for the corpse, truth isCan’t I.D. the body, ni^^a toothless

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(Get low, Bust)You see me, you love me, the streets declare me God of the hoodYou ni^^as is watchin’ and wishin’ you couldBe claimin’ the throne the way I got it, lock it mu’f^^kersWhat’s good, you tryin’ to stop it, I’m wishin’ you would (Turn it up!!)Cause then I’m glad to hit you with the fact that the God is immortal as spitThe way I be doin’ historical sh^tIn case you and your ni^^as act like you ain’t know when I’m informin’ your clickI take your bi^^h while I’m performin’ my sh^t

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