(I love you)
(Gnarly)
(Go go)
(Yeah yeah)
Yeah yo bitch a freak on me (Freak on me)
I got bands comin' for the free (come for the free)
Glock Nineteen and it came with a beam (Came with a beam)
Yeah lil' bro got hit that D- (Brrrrr)
Commas to commas They all on me (All on me)
Cant f*ck with that hoe 'cuz she is a treesh
You lovin' that hoe you just gotta leave
I aint really with that chit-chat
Just show me money then you get gone (Yeah yeah)
I don't f*ck with that big cap
Just send me money for that shit song (No no no)
Stop hanging with the fake racks
And f*ck around and come split some (Yeah yeah)
Me and my bro countin' big racks
You prayin' that I'ma loose some (Yeah yeah)
(Go go)
(Yeah yeah)
Yeah yo bitch a freak on me (Freak on me)
I got bands comin' for the free (come for the free)
Glock Nineteen and it came with a beam (Came with a beam)
Yeah lil' bro got hit that D- (Brrrrr)
Commas to commas They all on me (All on me)
Cant f*ck with that hoe 'cuz she is a treesh
You lovin' that hoe you just gotta leave
I aint really with that chit-chat
Just show me money then you get gone (Yeah yeah)
I don't f*ck with that big cap
Just send me money for that shit song (No no no)
Stop hanging with the fake racks
And f*ck around and come split some (Yeah yeah)
Me and my bro countin' big racks
You prayin' that I'ma loose some (Yeah yeah)
(Ooh)
I remember days when they were doubtin' me
But they don't doubt on me
I got his bitch up in the back
And that bitch wanna freak on me
My wrist so cold you know it's frozen
And that bitch got no degrees
And now I'm flyin' overseas
I don't know how they hate on me
You is not no freak bitch gotta get away from me
I just pulled up with it big 'ole K up on the scene
Yeah you could never tell me
All the damn things I done seen
That's why I tell the pretty bitch to get away from m-
Show me the money then get gone (Ooh)
Yeah I get gone
Smokin' this blunt and it's too strong yuh (Ooh)
It's too strong
Hit that bitch up with a two stroke yuh (Ooh)
A two stroke
Freak bitch she giving me good throat yuh
That good throat (Yeah yeah)
(Go go)
(Yeah yeah)
Yeah yo bitch a freak on me
I got bands comin' for the free
Glock Nineteen and it came with a beam
Yeah lil' bro got hit that D- (Brrrrr)
Commas to commas They all on me
Cant f*ck with that hoe 'cuz she is a treesh
You lovin' that hoe you just gotta leave
I aint really with that chit-chat
Just show me money then you get gone
I don't f*ck with that big cap
Just send me money for that shit song
Stop hanging with the fake racks
And f*ck around and come split some
Me and my bro countin' big racks
You prayin' that I'ma loose some
(I love you)
2gunns - FREAK HOE (feat. 1snakeit) Lyrics
2gunns - FREAK HOE (feat. 1snakeit) Lyrics
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English
(I love you)
(Gnarly)
(Go go)
(Yeah yeah)
Yeah yo bitch a freak on me (Freak on me)
I got bands comin' for the free (come for the free)
Glock Nineteen and it came with a beam (Came with a beam)
Yeah lil' bro got hit that D- (Brrrrr)
Commas to commas They all on me (All on me)
Cant f*ck with that hoe 'cuz she is a treesh
You lovin' that hoe you just gotta leave
I aint really with that chit-chat
Just show me money then you get gone (Yeah yeah)
I don't f*ck with that big cap
Just send me money for that shit song (No no no)
Stop hanging with the fake racks
And f*ck around and come split some (Yeah yeah)
Me and my bro countin' big racks
You prayin' that I'ma loose some (Yeah yeah)
(Go go)
(Yeah yeah)
Yeah yo bitch a freak on me (Freak on me)
I got bands comin' for the free (come for the free)
Glock Nineteen and it came with a beam (Came with a beam)
Yeah lil' bro got hit that D- (Brrrrr)
Commas to commas They all on me (All on me)
Cant f*ck with that hoe 'cuz she is a treesh
You lovin' that hoe you just gotta leave
I aint really with that chit-chat
Just show me money then you get gone (Yeah yeah)
I don't f*ck with that big cap
Just send me money for that shit song (No no no)
Stop hanging with the fake racks
And f*ck around and come split some (Yeah yeah)
Me and my bro countin' big racks
You prayin' that I'ma loose some (Yeah yeah)
(Ooh)
I remember days when they were doubtin' me
But they don't doubt on me
I got his bitch up in the back
And that bitch wanna freak on me
My wrist so cold you know it's frozen
And that bitch got no degrees
And now I'm flyin' overseas
I don't know how they hate on me
You is not no freak bitch gotta get away from me
I just pulled up with it big 'ole K up on the scene
Yeah you could never tell me
All the damn things I done seen
That's why I tell the pretty bitch to get away from m-
Show me the money then get gone (Ooh)
Yeah I get gone
Smokin' this blunt and it's too strong yuh (Ooh)
It's too strong
Hit that bitch up with a two stroke yuh (Ooh)
A two stroke
Freak bitch she giving me good throat yuh
That good throat (Yeah yeah)
(Go go)
(Yeah yeah)
Yeah yo bitch a freak on me
I got bands comin' for the free
Glock Nineteen and it came with a beam
Yeah lil' bro got hit that D- (Brrrrr)
Commas to commas They all on me
Cant f*ck with that hoe 'cuz she is a treesh
You lovin' that hoe you just gotta leave
I aint really with that chit-chat
Just show me money then you get gone
I don't f*ck with that big cap
Just send me money for that shit song
Stop hanging with the fake racks
And f*ck around and come split some
Me and my bro countin' big racks
You prayin' that I'ma loose some
(I love you)
(Gnarly)
(Go go)
(Yeah yeah)
Yeah yo bitch a freak on me (Freak on me)
I got bands comin' for the free (come for the free)
Glock Nineteen and it came with a beam (Came with a beam)
Yeah lil' bro got hit that D- (Brrrrr)
Commas to commas They all on me (All on me)
Cant f*ck with that hoe 'cuz she is a treesh
You lovin' that hoe you just gotta leave
I aint really with that chit-chat
Just show me money then you get gone (Yeah yeah)
I don't f*ck with that big cap
Just send me money for that shit song (No no no)
Stop hanging with the fake racks
And f*ck around and come split some (Yeah yeah)
Me and my bro countin' big racks
You prayin' that I'ma loose some (Yeah yeah)
(Go go)
(Yeah yeah)
Yeah yo bitch a freak on me (Freak on me)
I got bands comin' for the free (come for the free)
Glock Nineteen and it came with a beam (Came with a beam)
Yeah lil' bro got hit that D- (Brrrrr)
Commas to commas They all on me (All on me)
Cant f*ck with that hoe 'cuz she is a treesh
You lovin' that hoe you just gotta leave
I aint really with that chit-chat
Just show me money then you get gone (Yeah yeah)
I don't f*ck with that big cap
Just send me money for that shit song (No no no)
Stop hanging with the fake racks
And f*ck around and come split some (Yeah yeah)
Me and my bro countin' big racks
You prayin' that I'ma loose some (Yeah yeah)
(Ooh)
I remember days when they were doubtin' me
But they don't doubt on me
I got his bitch up in the back
And that bitch wanna freak on me
My wrist so cold you know it's frozen
And that bitch got no degrees
And now I'm flyin' overseas
I don't know how they hate on me
You is not no freak bitch gotta get away from me
I just pulled up with it big 'ole K up on the scene
Yeah you could never tell me
All the damn things I done seen
That's why I tell the pretty bitch to get away from m-
Show me the money then get gone (Ooh)
Yeah I get gone
Smokin' this blunt and it's too strong yuh (Ooh)
It's too strong
Hit that bitch up with a two stroke yuh (Ooh)
A two stroke
Freak bitch she giving me good throat yuh
That good throat (Yeah yeah)
(Go go)
(Yeah yeah)
Yeah yo bitch a freak on me
I got bands comin' for the free
Glock Nineteen and it came with a beam
Yeah lil' bro got hit that D- (Brrrrr)
Commas to commas They all on me
Cant f*ck with that hoe 'cuz she is a treesh
You lovin' that hoe you just gotta leave
I aint really with that chit-chat
Just show me money then you get gone
I don't f*ck with that big cap
Just send me money for that shit song
Stop hanging with the fake racks
And f*ck around and come split some
Me and my bro countin' big racks
You prayin' that I'ma loose some
(I love you)
Writer: Anthony Herlinger
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid