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Magic Freaky

Magic (ms. peaches) talking: You big fine ass motherfucker I need to know one thing is you freaky? (oh come on now) Huh? I said is you freaky? ( boy

Magic (Ms. Peaches) talking:] You big fine ass motherfucker I need to know one thing is you freaky? (oh come on now) huh? I said is you freaky? ( boy

I know a freaky young lady Name of no shame Katie She makes my temperature freeze She's got a blood red powder When she gives a shout She'll bring you

Gotta nigga feeling so freaky they askin is you roamin Yea makin it rain is automatic when She's askin if you trickin you got it Pimpin is a habit from twista magic

, take your clothes off Take your clothes of biatch, take your clothes off Damn, I'm about to smack this Peepable brown miraculous, glutious-maximus, shorty is bad as shit Little cutie got skills like magic

I'm damn to tip see I no them hoes in the club they ain't twerkin fo free If she dancin like she should she'll make her money I like them freaky ass

flow through, funk not only moves, it can remove, dig? The desired effect is what you get When you improve your Interplanetary Funksmanship Sir Lollipop Man, chocolate coated, freaky

spreadin your toes Cause I'ma fuck ya till you get a bloody nose White hoes, I loves ya cause you be so sneaky Pullin yo panties down tryin to get freaky

club Gotta nigga feeling so freaky they askin' is you roamin' Yeah, makin' it rain is automatic when She's askin if you trickin' you got it Pimpin' is a habit from Twista magic