Poppa Gotta Bran' New Freak

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(If your girl starts acting up)

(If) (If your girl starts acting up)

(If your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend) --> Big Bank Hank

[ VERSE 1: Baby Beesh ]

It's Baby Beesh, now you can call me Poppa Poppa

I got a brand new freak, and man, I'd say she proper

And it's all tremendously good and great, glorious

Smooth sailing and victorious

And about the old one, I had to fly the coop

Cause when you hunger for the loot, bitch, you get the boot

Size 10 to the chinny-chin-chin-a

And like that I had to do-koo-kin ya

So get ghost, adios, hit the roses

You been waved, my peace of mind has been saved

By the new freak and she's lovin this Latino

Showin off, lettin me know

Sexin is spectacular

I starts on the bottom, but ends up in the back of her

Hittin them, gettin them nice and juice

Young Beesh in the house from Potna Deuce

Yeah, and no stress in the love nest

Cool - cause baby doll keeps revenue level-headed

That's so thick as I speak

And poppa got a brand new freak

Now let me speak to ya...

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[ VERSE 2: Rube ]

Poppa got a brand new freaky deak

You see, all my young potnas want to sneak a peek

Cause she got the cool grill with the cool trunk

That be hittin like Pippen on the alley hoop dunk

Last freak wasn't meant for poppa

She was fickle and predictable like a soap opera

Had to stop her in the tracks from makin me go savage

Let the hoe go, now Rube is blowin so lavish

I thought you knew, freak 2 is so righteous

Put her on the top of my list of my pipe bust

I might just open a bottle of ??why-Zippendale??

Show my new thang how poppa is livin swell

Put her in a spell, take her to the motel

It's all good, but I kicks down no mail

Cause I got no loose change and no time for games

Ain't nothin here ever strange, mang

Cause poppa's on top of thangs

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[ VERSE 3: Chezski ]

Poppa got a brand new freak - like that?

And I been tappin that ass every since last weak

Like an animal, love that I'm villainous

Illinous, Chezski's the chillinest

Is out there mobbin for the folks squabbin

y'all don't understand about the Hillside hound hoggin

I creeps up on the proper for they want some of

The gut-runnin killer, call me beaver hunter

And smash up on the guts from the back porch

Give em that tropical vibe from the hot torch

And play the game dirty with my knuckles in it

Freaky little somethin, here I come for the late visit

(Wait a minute, man, you know I can't flex)

Unless I'm throwin on somethin cool that protects

And swing like a swinger really oughts to

And poppa got a brand new freak like I was taught to

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