Top Songs By Gucci Mane
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Gucci Mane
Leadgesang
Darren Lighty
Tasteninstrumente
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Alonzo Miller
Songwriter:in
Christopher Bridges
Songwriter:in
J.Johnson
Songwriter:in
Keldrick Sapp
Songwriter:in
Kimberly Jones
Songwriter:in
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jesse Gladstone
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
"You Can Ask" Giz
Mischtechniker:in
Detroit Nix
Produzent:in
Robert Varner
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
She's a very freaky gurl, don't bring her to Mama
First you get her name, then you get her number
Then you get some **** in the front seat of the Hummer
Then you get some **** in the front seat of the Hummer
She's a very freaky gurl, she get it from her mama
First you get her name, then you get her number
Then you get some **** in the front seat of the Hummer
Then you get some **** in the front seat of the Hummer, Gucci
[Verse 2]
Gucci can't ****, bet I make your back hurt
Bet I make your cat squirt, bet I make your neck jerk
Call Lil Kim, told her better wear a tight skirt
Bet I know your tight work, bet I make you **** first
Gucci Mane (Yeah), bet we make a sex tape
Flood it on the internet, put it on my Myspace
Gucci got a big stick, make you sing my ad libs, yeah
But you gotta be a queen ****, Gucci
So icy trap star, **** her like a porn star
Park my H2, then I **** her in her own car
Face down, **** up, I'ma make her love me
Probably don't love me but let her ****
Gucci wanna sex you, tell me, is it itched yet?
Probably coulda hit it, dawg, I ain't even hit it yet
****twenty minutes, dawg, I ain't even **** yet
Now she braggin' on it, dawg, I ain't even stuntin' it
[Verse 3]
She's a very freaky gurl, don't bring her to Mama
First you get her name, then you get her number
Then you get some **** in the front seat of the Hummer
Then you get some **** in the front seat of the Hummer
[Verse 4]
I'm a very freaky gurl, very freaky gurl, gurl
Very freak gurl, very freaky gurl, gurl
Very freak gurl, very freaky gurl, gurl
[Verse 5]
Ooh, you want a freaky gurl?
Welcome to Kim's world, you ain't gon' wanna leave
Just like a kid at Disney World
My **** have you spurtin' like a water gun
She overflowin' like somebody let the faucet run
Bust one ****, I ain't done, I got more ****
Friends, tell 'em all to ****, we gon' have some more fun
Yeah, chew on me like some bubblegum
I'll lick you like a lollipop once you taste my honeybun
It's our lil' secret, just like my underwear
You know pain is pleasure, can you make me shed a tear?
Smack my ****, grab my neck, got 'em **** everywhere
I'm a freak so I don't care, just don't get none in my hair
Now he callin' me wifey and he wanna introduce me ('Duce me)
Takin' me on shoppin' sprees, He wanna buy me Gucci (Gucci)
Zoomin' like the blue sea on the back of his Suzuki
And I ain't even sex him, all I did was let him eat my ****
[Verse 6]
She's a very freaky gurl, don't bring her to Mama
First you get her name, then you get her number
Then you get some **** in the front seat of the Hummer
Then you get some **** in the front seat of the Hummer
[Verse 7]
I got some **** in the front seat of the Hummer
And if you can make it rain, then Ludacris can make it thunder
I ain't messin' with these lames, but I seem to make 'em wonder
How I came and took the game for the past seven summers
Now your woman wanna get it from the front (From the front)
From the back (From the back)
And if she with it, I'ma hit from the side
Give her want she wants (What she wants) in the 'Lac (In the 'Lac)
She a freak and I can see it in her eyes
She can go tit (Go tit) for tat (For tat)
It's so good that I made her wanna cry
A little bit of this (Little bit of this), a little that
For a two piece biscuit and some fries
Straight from churches (Churches)
Your boyfriend's worthless (Worthless)
'Cause Luda goes deep while he barely scratch the surface
She itchin' for a scratch like she DJ JC
If you lookin' for your match,****, come and find me
I be in the A town, I ain't that hard to find
Put your legs up in the air and see the DTP sign
If you wanna meet my mama, that's a thing I won't do
You say mother**** me, naw, mother**** you, know why?
[Verse 8]
'Cause she's a very freaky gurl, don't bring her to Mama
First you get her name, then you get her number
Then you get some **** in the front seat of the Hummer
Then you get some **** in the front seat of the Hummer
[Verse 9]
I'm a very freaky gurl, very freaky gurl, gurl
Very freak gurl, very freaky gurl, gurl
Very freak gurl, very freaky gurl, gurl
Very freak gurl, very freaky gurl, gurl, oh
Written by: Alonzo Miller, Christopher Bridges, J.Johnson, Keldrick Sapp, Kimberly Jones, Radric Delantic Davis