K-K-K-K-K-Mac
Get fresh, baby, this is your song (Oh, right)
Put your good shoes and your lipstick on (Ha, this what you need)
Get fresh, baby, this is your song (Huh?)
You said you wanna freak, I’ma give you what you want (This what you want)
Whole lotta of sex (Yeah), whole lotta of liquor (Oh, yeah)
Whole lotta of chicks, not a lot of niggas (Right, yeah)
Now at my party, it’s all about the bitches (Damn)
Sexy model missus (Yeah), ass like delicious (Ladies and gentlemen)
See-See my main chick, she got that good shit (Oh)
Head game vicious, so I call her sick (Show time)
Gi-Gi-Girl. You better be careful (Ah)
Braggin’ on the dick, now your friends wanna sample (Ah!)
Fuck a sixty nine, it’s six-nine-six (Right)
I be the nine, both of y’all the six (Yeah)
You go both ways (Yeah), get a load of this (Oh)
Beat it so hard, now she gotta take a piss
Then you, then you can’t even walk in the mornin’ (Hey)
Go to work yawnin’ (Yeah)
Pussy still leakin’ like a faucet (Yeah)
Now ya girlfriends on it (Ah)
Ain’t no fun if you ain’t sharin’ with the homies
I make you run and tell your friends how freaky I’m is (Right)
I make you run and tell your friends how freaky I’m is (Right)
I make you run and tell your friends how freaky I’m is (Come on)
How freaky I’m is, how freaky I’m is (Let’s go)
I’ma have you telling all the business
(Go, go, go, go)
About the way that I be giving you the business
(Go, go, go, go)
I make you run and tell your friends how freaky I’m is
How freaky I’m is, how freaky I’m is
And my jeans come down, the skirt’s comin’ up
Phone to the side, she feel it in her guts
Ass in the air, fuckin’ up your weave (Woo)
Pullin’ on your hair, baby, let me hear you scream
This wife game mean, I make a bitch cry
I lick you from your lips to your tits to your thighs
Throw you on your side, I’m workin’ out the kinks
You sweatin’ out the sheets, girl, you fuckin’ with a freak
Sh-sh-she told you I am a beast (Huh?), well she ain’t never lied
I could groom both of y’all at the same time
Takin’ that pussy, bitch, this mine
Throw that shit back, put a arch in ya spine (Woo)
I never waste time, but I ain’t in a rush
Hit it like a champ, I beat the pussy up
He give ya love taps, I beat the pussy up
Got her tellin’ all her friends, how I came through and stunt (Show time)
I make you run and tell your friends how freaky I’m is (Come on)
I make you run and tell your friends how freaky I’m is (Come on)
I make you run and tell your friends how freaky I’m is
How freaky I’m is, how freaky I’m is (Ladies and gentlemen)
I’ma have you telling all the business
(Go, go, go, go)
About the way that I be giving you the business
(Go, go, go, go, right)
I make you run and tell your friends how freaky I’m is (Come on)
How freaky I’m is, how freaky I’m is (Tell it to ’em, Breezy)
I see ’em with their hands up
And I’m making sure I don’t leave no ladies out (Woo)
I need a dirty dancer (Ayy)
‘Cause baby, I can guarantee I’ma turn you out
So all my sexy girls say ah (Ayy, woo)
All my sexy girls say ah (Woo)
Girl, I go nasty, yeah
Mi haffi tell ya all dem gyal, they love mi
And I put work in (In) ’til you can’t take it
You screaming (‘ing, come on) and we’re buckin’ naked
Pull your hair, girl (Turn ’em down)
I’ll kiss you, girl, until you drop (To the right)
And you got it (Oh)
Ya telling everybody all about it, and now I’m freaking you (Hands in the air, oh)
I make you run and tell your friends how freaky I’m is (Oh)
I make you run and tell your friends how freaky I’m is (Oh)
I make you run and tell your friends how freaky I’m is (Oh)
How freaky I’m is, how freaky I’m is (Goddammit)
I’ma have you telling all the business
(Go, go, go, go, ayy)
About the way that I be giving you the business
(Go, go, go, go)
I make you run and tell your friends how freaky I’m is (Let’s work)
How freaky I’m is, how freaky I’m is
This what you want (Huh)
This what you want, want (Huh)
This what you want, want (Huh)
This what you want, want (Huh)
This what you want (Huh)
This what you need (Right)
This what you need (Right)
This what you need (Right)
This what you need (Right)
This what you need (Right)
This what you get
This what you get, get (Ayy)
This what you get, get
This what you get
This what you get, get (Ayy)
This what you get
This what you like
This what you like, like
This what you like, like
This what you like
Show time, monster
Breaking Down the Boldness of “Freaky I’m Iz”
Chris Brown’s “Freaky I’m Iz” is an unapologetic celebration of sensuality and confidence. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a party atmosphere where pleasure, desire, and bravado take center stage. Brown uses playful metaphors and bold imagery to establish himself as a magnetic presence, unafraid to push boundaries. The repeated hook—where he boasts about making partners “run and tell your friends how freaky I’m is”—reveals a tongue-in-cheek self-awareness and a desire for both attention and admiration.
The Power of Reputation and Desire
Throughout the track, Brown weaves themes of reputation, sexual prowess, and group dynamics. The song blurs the lines between private and public experiences, highlighting how intimate moments quickly become stories shared among friends. The energetic delivery and catchy refrains ensure that listeners are drawn into the world he creates—one that’s provocative, memorable, and designed to get people talking.
Song Credits
- Artist: Chris Brown
- Release Year: Not specified
- Label: Not specified
- Songwriters: Not specified