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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^t
Aiyyo 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 around
See 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 CLOWN
MAKIN 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 clothes
That’s when you get it (Huh) mami already know I suppose (TURN IT UP!!)
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 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 swell
Tryin 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 TELL
HOW A NI^^A GOT IN THEY B^^T, MADE EVERYTHING JAIL
NOW 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 belong
After 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 LONG
ALL MY bi^^hES IS WITH ME SEE HOW THEY SINGIN THE SONG
PLUS 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 strap
Cause 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 WHIP
NI^^A ALWAYS DO HIS THING bi^^h LOCKIN THE STRIP (Come on)
LOT OF MAMI’S IS DANCIN AND THEY SHAKIN THEY HIPS
AFTER THAT THEY GET LOW AND PUT THE THING ON THEIR LIPS, I LET ‘EM

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

See, now you know who the God be
Back runnin’ the city and you know who the squad be
Flipmode, bi^^h, look see ain’t nothin’ changed
Now 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 it
Y’all already know where I rep, ain’t no reason to check it
And I know that you ain’t f^^kin’ with me, just for the record
So 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 kids
In every hood, and all my peoples doin’ a bid (Turn it up!!)
Now you know who’s really the queen, deliver the mail
Seven hundred thirty thousand, first week of my sales
The haters plot and they watch, lookin’ all pale
While I’m on a yacht, overseas, doin’ my nails

(Get low Digga!)
Now he sittin’ there lookin’ stuck
He thinkin’ cause he spent a little dough I’m ‘gon f^^k
If money ain’t a thing, I’m sayin’ let a bi^^h know
Type to empty an account, how far you willin’ to go (Turn it up!!)
Now he hopin’ on the jet, he ain’t wastin’ no time
Told me all expense paid anyplace I could find
Hit the islands in the winter, trickin’ all on his dime
Ain’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 mami
Don’t I look charmin’, put your lips up on me
Kiss it, touch it, good, yes I wish you would (Turn it up!!)
You like to see me when I dip, baby, dip
Don’t it look like I got Beyonce’s hips
Lookin’ like I could be like Nia Long
Boy, you smokin’ that Cheech and Chong

(Get low, Banks)
I know it feels like I been gone for a minute
But I’m back, chinchilla ice on with a fitted
Everybody talk money, everybody gone with it
With 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 ring
If you had it like this, you probably do it the same
But you won’t, cause you broke, all you do is complain
After 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 understand
I got New York City in the palm of my hand
Now I could make a tight fist and let it crumble ridiculous
Or I could smack the world with a New York Nemesis (Turn it up!!)
I got Staten Island on my pinky, Queens on my thumb, dude
The Bronx on my middle finger screamin’ f^^k you
Rock ice in Manhattan so there’s the ring finger
You know I had to keep Brooklyn on the trigger finger

(Get low, X)
Swizz is the monster, X is the beast
f^^kin’ with Bus, everyday is a feast
Stay off the streets, I’m tired of talkin to y’all ni^^as
I’m a stick a fork in y’all ni^^as (Turn it up!!)
When I hit ’em man, that truck come get ’em man
f^^ked up how I did ’em man
Ain’t no remorse for the corpse, truth is
Can’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 hood
You ni^^as is watchin’ and wishin’ you could
Be claimin’ the throne the way I got it, lock it mu’f^^kers
What’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 spit
The way I be doin’ historical sh^t
In case you and your ni^^as act like you ain’t know when I’m informin’ your click
I take your bi^^h while I’m performin’ my sh^t

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