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Potna Deuce - Poppa Gotta Bran' New Freak lyrics
[ CHORUS ] (If your girl starts acting up) (If) (If your girl starts acting up) (If your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend) --> Big Bank Hank [ VERSE 1: Baby Beesh ] It's Baby Beesh, now you can call me Poppa Poppa I got a brand new freak and man, I'd say she proper And it's all tremendously good and great glory, yes Smooth sailing and victorious And about the old one, I had to fly the coop Cause when you're hungry for the loot, bitch, you get the boot Size 10 to the chinny-chin-chin-a And like that I had to do-koo-kin ya So get ghost, adios, hit the roses You been waved, my peace of mind has been saved By the new freak and she's lovin this Latino Showin off, lettin me know Sexin is spectacular I starts on the bottom, but ends up in the back of her Hittin them, gettin them nice and juice Young Beesh in the house from Potna Deuce Yeah, and no stress in the love nest Cool - cause baby doll keeps revenue level-headed That's so thick as I speak And poppa got a brand new freak Now let me speak to ya... [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 2: Rube ] Poppa got a brand new freaky deak You see, all my young potnas wanna sneak a peek Cause she got the cool grill with the cool trunk That be hittin like Pippen on the alley hoop dunk Last freak wasn't meant for poppa She was fickle and predictable like a soap opera Had to stop her in the tracks from makin me go savage Let the hoe go, now Rube is blowin so lavish I thought you knew, freak 2 is so righteous Put her on the top of my list of my pipe bust I might just open a bottle of ??Y-Zippendale?? Show my new thang how poppa is livin swell Put her in a spell, take her to the motel It's all good, but I kicks down no mail Cause I got no loose change and no type of games Ain't nothin here ever strange, mayn Cause poppa's on top of thangs [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Chezski ] Poppa got a brand new freak - like that? And I been tappin that ass every since last weak Like an animal, love that I'm villainous Illinous, Chezski's the chillinest Is out there mobbin for the folks squabbin Y'all don't understand about the Hillside hound hoggin I creeps up on the proper for they want some of The gut-runnin killer, me beaver hunter And smash up on the guts from the back porch Give em that tropical vibe from the hot torch And play the game dirty with my knuckles in it Freaky little somethin, here I come for the late visit (Wait a minute, man, you know I can't flex) Unless I'm throwin on somethin cool that protects And swing like a swinger really oughts to And poppa got a brand new freak like I was taught to [ CHORUS ] |
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