Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wild Kyle
Songwriter
Lyrics
Boy, you should probably take my advice
That pretty lady you gawkin at, I already had her twice
I'm tryna make my surroundings paradiiiiise
So baby mama come over here
LET'S GET FREAKY NOW
I'm gettin all tropical in the booth
I got an inflatable, Palm tree
Boy I got these bright red sunglasses in 3, D
Artificial sun, with a portable heater
Happy thoughts makin me fly, I'm best friends with p-p-p peter
Like meter
Got every single heater
Like I'm ballar
Like you holla
That's what I'm on, dapper collar
Like okay
Yes you can stay
We'll get freaky to the deaky, like all day
I got tropic in my veins, state is too cold
Now pretty ladies come here, like my body is gold
Boy, you should probably take my advice
That pretty lady you gawkin at, I already had her twice
I'm tryna make my surroundings paradiiiiise
So baby mama come over here
LET'S GET FREAKY NOW
Girls with you, let's sacrifice
I stole your girls, I'm nice
Pull out phone film porn on device
I'll probably die like this, in paradise
You see me, drinkin a smoothie
Ooh! The story just got juicy
Ha! These girls go wild & goofy
Where's a camera & director, right here's a-a-a-a-a movie
That's duty
Yours truly
What beauty
What a cutie
Model status like hugely
Damn girl, dat booty
Right here's a groupie
I know this, she's choosy
My eyes are googly
All up on her boobies
She tells me get screwy
Oh, Absolutely
Boy, you should probably take my advice
That pretty lady you gawkin at, I already had her twice
I'm tryna make my surroundings paradiiiiise
So baby mama come over here
LET'S FREAKY NOW
See it
Grab it
Squeeze it
Twerk it
See it
Grab it
Squeeze it
LET'S GET FREAKY NOW
Written by: Wild Kyle