Freaky Pumps Songtext
von Fatlip

Where all my freaky people′s at?

I'm at the strip club
Spinning dub after dub, after dub, after dub, after dub
Then another dub, then another dub, then another dub
To smack, flip and rub

Me not give a fuck, me do my own thing
Body shop, barbering, coasting, first king
The worst thing is a hoe with no ass (would you look at this?)
Nah, bitch I′ll pass, threw back the act and smashed the glass
Bounce to the now said I had to jet
Jumped in the Corvette, yelling in for threats
Down sunset, that's when I met

A heavy-set hooker by the name of Lynette
Brunette with the dimples that'll never forget
Did the dang thing and paid the debt
Even though it′s one thing that I might regret but yo


Rob′s been so freaky in them pumps
They been so freaky with them rumps
Turn around, a little something make 'em jump, jump, jump, jump
Make ′em jump
Rob's been so freaky in them pumps
They been so freaky with them rumps
Turn around, a little something make ′em jump, jump, jump, jump
Make 'em jump

All y′all get down and dirty like soil
You can't out-slick a can of oil
So come on honey, who you fooling?
Sit right here, let me give you a little schooling
See, I know you be so freaky
No need for lying and being sneaky
Your physique beat out of a black bombshell
Merakar like a Columbian cartel

Never no wedding bells, white gowns or veils
Just black lingerie in the motel
Laying horizontally parallel
Tomorrow you telling tomorrow that I'm hung well
I like bitches that′s well proportioned
Intellectuals with no mental distortions
I rented a Porsche, let′s dip in the city
Move your hand, momma, let me play with your titty


Rob's been so freaky in them pumps (pumps)
They been so freaky with them rumps (here we go)
Turn around, a little something make ′em jump, jump, jump, jump
Make 'em jump
Rob′s been so freaky in them pumps (in them pumps)
They been so freaky with them rumps
Turn around, a little something make 'em jump, jump, jump, jump
Make ′em jump

We at the strip club, dropping bill after bill after bill after bill
I'm mad at you (yo, for real?)
Yeah, 'cause you went up in your sock again
True but these ain′t Jackson′s or Hamilton's, I gave ′em Washington's
Well both of y′all is dumb, hump give 'em none
See I tell ′em we gon' smoke later, and then they come, what you do with 'em?
Hit ′em and quit ′em, less they got a brain up in 'em
Then I charge ′em with felony freaking, and then I quit 'em

Yo, I sit ′em next to me, fit 'em over the sofa
Then it be sounding like this, "Buffa, buffa"
The thing about these freaks, cat, they like us, they need that
Yo, some I can′t look at 'less I see 'em with they knees back
Well, I done got what I can predict the hit
I look at her and I know how many licks it′ll take to get my dick to split

Yeah, with the two G-strings, they coming with us (they jocking me)
Now they said they kicking it with Fatlip and Shock G
Yo, baby, tell your boss man to put this on my tab
I need a final round while I find a butt to grab
You need a slut to stab, ′cause me and Lip, we booked already (yeah, I see ya)
Let's make the hook already (come on)
Me, me, me, la-la-la-la, la-la-la (in the pump, uh)
Pumps in the club (here we go)

Rob′s been so freaky in them pumps
They been so freaky with them rumps
Turn around, a little something make 'em jump, jump, jump, jump
Make ′em jump
Rob's been so freaky in them pumps
They been so freaky with them rumps
Turn around, a little something make ′em jump
Make 'em jump, jump, make 'em jump, jump
Make ′em jump

Work tham thigh
Humpty hump, ain′t giving these hos no slack
Huh, huh
Look at these girls in them pumps
I say 'em pumps (in them pumps)
Original big nose rapper
The original big nose rapper