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これからみんなでめちゃくちゃ踊って騒ごう、騒ごう。
Headbanger, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
Yeah, gimme some new shit
Gimme some new shit
Gimme some new shit
Gimme some new shit
Missy be puttin' it down, I'm the hottest 'round
I told y'all motherfuckers, y'all can't stop me now
Listen to me now, I'm lastin' 20 rounds
And if you want me (nigga) then come on, get me now
Is you with me now? Then biggie, biggie bounce
I know you dig the way I sw-sw-switch my style
(Holla!)
People sing around
Now people gather 'round, now people jump around
Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on
Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on
Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on
Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on
Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on
Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on
Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on
Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on
Who's that bitch? People you know
Me and Timbaland been hot since 20 years ago
What tha dilly yo? Now what tha drilly yo?
If you wanna battle me then (nigga) let me know
(Holla!)
Got to feel it, son
Lemme throw you some (मौत मुझको)
People, here I come, now sweat me when I'm done
We got the radio shook like we got a gun
Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on
Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on
Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on
Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on
Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on
Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on
Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on
Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on
Quiet! (Shhh) Hush your mouth, silence when I spit it out
(Hah-choo!) In your face, open your mouth, give you a taste
(Holla!)
Ain't no stoppin' me, copy written so don't copy me
Y'all do it sloppily and y'all can't come close to me
I know you feel me now, I know you hear me loud
I scream it loud and proud, Missy gon' blow it down
People gon' play me now, in and outta town
'Cause I'm the best around with this crazy style
Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on
Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on
Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on
Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on
Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on
Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on
Go, get your freak on, go, get your freak on
Go, getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha freak on
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