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Freak Show Video (MV)




Performed By: Jerome The Prince
Length: 2:28
Written by: BRADLEY JEROME BISON




Jerome The Prince - Freak Show Lyrics




[Hook:]


F*ck it baby let them hate...

Forget the future I don't like to wait, don't hesitate now...

Yeah, I want a milli like 2008...

Lil Wayne, ain't my birthday but she give me cake now...

Aye , cameras coming out everywhere that we go...

Another bottle finished think it's time to reload...

I know it hits you fast, baby girl breathe slow...

She my little queen yeah my little freak show...



[Verse 1:]


I'm a wine sipping son of a gun...

They try to tell me how to live, I don't f*ck with you bums...

Can't believe i'm making bread, I remember the crumbs...

I'm blowing up in 2020, disagree and you're dumb...

Yeah, I talk slick and my flow is stupid...

I'm downtown Macon cruising, windows down, blasting music...

I'm just myself, most these rappers putting out illusions...

You know that its real when every dream that you have is lucid....

Aye, Hot damn, dog i'm smooth as shit...

Better be the rapper if you near me talking ludacris...

Crazy bout my hustle, for the come up i'm a lunatic...

Blessed because my shawty bad and she know what to do with it...

And you know she stupid thick, yeah, you know she stupid thick...

Dummies talking crazy, who's mans, really who is this...

Never getting cozy, i'm on the move like a fugitive...

Only 22 but I promise i ain't new to this...



[Verse 2:]


Making profit, tell me what you know about it...

Yeah the younging so fly, man I coulda been a pilot...

Aye, all I spit is fire got me feeling like I'm bowser...

And they stay bumping my tunes, yeah I'm all over they browser...

Aye, who you know that make it bounce like this...

Yeah the liquor store closing i'm a bounce right quick...

Aye, room spinning all around like rims...

Gotta stay high, never on the ground like tims...

Aye, who you know that make it bounce like this...

In the king suite, younging rock a crown like prince...

Aye, heard you talking man you sound like a bitch...

Bank account getting high, bank accounts like Wiz...
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[Hook:]


F*ck it baby let them hate...

Forget the future I don't like to wait, don't hesitate now...

Yeah, I want a milli like 2008...

Lil Wayne, ain't my birthday but she give me cake now...

Aye , cameras coming out everywhere that we go...

Another bottle finished think it's time to reload...

I know it hits you fast, baby girl breathe slow...

She my little queen yeah my little freak show...



[Verse 1:]


I'm a wine sipping son of a gun...

They try to tell me how to live, I don't f*ck with you bums...

Can't believe i'm making bread, I remember the crumbs...

I'm blowing up in 2020, disagree and you're dumb...

Yeah, I talk slick and my flow is stupid...

I'm downtown Macon cruising, windows down, blasting music...

I'm just myself, most these rappers putting out illusions...

You know that its real when every dream that you have is lucid....

Aye, Hot damn, dog i'm smooth as shit...

Better be the rapper if you near me talking ludacris...

Crazy bout my hustle, for the come up i'm a lunatic...

Blessed because my shawty bad and she know what to do with it...

And you know she stupid thick, yeah, you know she stupid thick...

Dummies talking crazy, who's mans, really who is this...

Never getting cozy, i'm on the move like a fugitive...

Only 22 but I promise i ain't new to this...



[Verse 2:]


Making profit, tell me what you know about it...

Yeah the younging so fly, man I coulda been a pilot...

Aye, all I spit is fire got me feeling like I'm bowser...

And they stay bumping my tunes, yeah I'm all over they browser...

Aye, who you know that make it bounce like this...

Yeah the liquor store closing i'm a bounce right quick...

Aye, room spinning all around like rims...

Gotta stay high, never on the ground like tims...

Aye, who you know that make it bounce like this...

In the king suite, younging rock a crown like prince...

Aye, heard you talking man you sound like a bitch...

Bank account getting high, bank accounts like Wiz...
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Writer: BRADLEY JEROME BISON
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