T.I.P., Urban Legend
But she's a freak hoe, she got angel eyes, with the baby face
But she's a freak hoe, I want my momma and daddy to meet her
And have her have my baby
Man, but she's a freak hoe, they keep talkin talkin about ya
Because they, can't keep up witcha pace
You're my (super freak, super freak) you're my (super freak)
My momma taught me, everything fine ain't the finest
And everything that shine ain't a diamond
They sayin change come with time and I'm findin
That most bitches take ya kindness for blindness
Yeah it feel good layin here beside ya
Diggin deep all night inside ya
But we can't kick it out in public, gotta hide ya
Cause all my partnas in the hood done tried ya
It's true that you can't turn a hoe into a housewife
Well listen shawty, maybe I don't want a housewife
They say that you a freak, I'm thinkin that they 'bout right
Because that pussy so good and ya mouth tight
A pretty face, slim waist and a stout nice
Juicy ass that them niggas in the South like
A sexy sexy got a nigga thinkin 'bout a wife
Wearin all white, bein with her for life
But she's a freak hoe, she got angel eyes, with the baby face
But she's a freak hoe, I want my momma and daddy to meet her
And have her have my baby
Man, but she's a freak hoe, they keep talkin about ya
Because they, can't keep up witcha pace
You're my (super freak, super freak) you're my (super freak)
The main thing makin niggas judge ya
Is the same thing that make me wanna love ya
From the smell of ya hair I wanna hug ya
To the way you yell "give it to me" when I'm fuckin
Plus she ain't trippin trippin off a nigga cause he thuggin
That's why I'm twice as happy as relationships who wasn't
Partnas say ya trickin with his cousin
But never mind, I don't listen they be buggin
They find it hard to understand how could Tip love
This girl, with him in and out of strip clubs
Because Tip girls, leave 'em with girls
And in the mornin they be wakin up with six girls
They don't know we more like homies when we pick girls
Worry bout it, he ain't gotta make ya his girl
Fuck what he think about ya, I think you the shit girl
Make me wanna bring another kid in the world
But she's a freak hoe, she got angel eyes, with the baby face
But she's a freak hoe, I want my momma and daddy to meet her
And have her have my baby
Man, but she's a freak hoe, they keep talkin about ya
Because they, can't keep up witcha pace
You're my (super freak, super freak) you're my (super freak)
Now I've been told every nigga in the streets know
She nothin but a freak hoe, but when I look in them pretty eyes
I don't see it though, now she done showed me some shit
That I ain't seen before, but what we do behind closed doors
Is for me to know, all in all I've decided I'ma keep her though
I'm a fuckin grown man, what I'm creepin for?
Just try me bout her folk, that's what I'm totin heaters for
I'd die about her for a real good reason though
That's how I feel, let my partnas and my momma know
Keep it real, all the disrespect has gotta go
I just respect that she herself and she don't hide it
Though she may have been a tad misguided
All she need is a little affection, a lot of direction
A nigga with a constant erection
And I done wasted plenty time contemplatin second guessin
Procrastinatin, I wanna buy a ring and pop the question
But she's a freak hoe, she got angel eyes, with the baby face
But she's a freak hoe, I want my momma and daddy to meet her
And have her have my baby
Man, but she's a freak hoe, they keep talkin about ya
Because they, can't keep up witcha pace
You're my (super freak, super freak) you're my (super freak)
DJ Paul Wall, DJPaulWall.com
Five, four, three, two, one
You done when I see
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