Freakin Weekend
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Freakin’ Weekend VIII — the last hurrah for local blog and label Nashville’s Dead’s annual pre-SXSW celebration of parochial punk gone national — was pretty weird. And that had a lot. It's the freaking weekend baby I'm about to have me some fun It's the remix to ignition Hot and fresh out the kitchen Mama rolling that body Got every man in here wishing Sipping on coke and rum I'm like so what I'm drunk It's the freaking weekend baby I'm about to have me some fun Girl, we off in this Jeep Fogging windows up Blasting the radio.
It's The Freakin Weekend
Freakin Weekend Rihanna
Now, usually, I don't do this but uh Go head on and break 'em off wit a lil' preview of the remix Now I'm not tryin' to be rude But hey pretty girl I'm feelin' you The way you do the things ya do Reminds me of my Lexus coupe That's why I'm all up in ya grill Tryin' to get you to a hotel You must be a football coach The way you got me playin' the field So baby gimme dat 'Toot toot' And lemme give ya that 'Beep beep' Runnin' her hands through my 'fro Bouncin' on twenty fo's While they sayin' on the radio. It's the remix to ignition Hot and fresh out the kitchen Mama rollin' that body Got every man in here wishin' Sippin' on coke and rum (rum) I'm like so what I'm drunk (drunk) It's the freakin' weekend Baby I'm about to have me some fun (fun) Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce C'mon Now it's like 'Murda She Wrote' Once I get cha out them clothes Privacy is on the door But still they can hear you screaming more Girl I'm feelin' whatchu feelin' No more hopin' and wishin' I'm about to take my key and Stick it in the ignition.