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freddie dredd - how many lyrics

[intro]
how many b+tches wanna f+ck wit’ me?
(doomshop, motherf+cker+fu—)

[chorus]
how many b+tches wanna f+ck wit’ me?
how many bullets do i got up in these jeans?
how many f+ckers do i gotta rob for dollars?
how many times i gotta shoot befo’ you holler?
how+how many b+tches wanna f+ck wit’ me?
how+how many bullets do i got up in these jeans?
how many f+ckers do i gotta rob for dollars?
how many times i gotta shoot befo’ you holler?

[verse 1]
how many, tom penny, it is only three ‘o’ clock
i can waste up all my time before i let you hit the rock
foggin’ up my spectacles, you ain’t f+ckin’ special, bruh
just another one, i only see the blade, i let ’em run
choppa chop up f+ckin’ plenty
need the boo, don’t like the henny
get up off, don’t want the fenny
[?]
booze up, sucker, f+ck your mother
ring the plug, i’ll ring the doctor
feel the hurtin’, now you’re certain
want to play, i’ll close the curtain
stop, that does not sign
d+mn, yo’ b+tch is f+ckin’ fine
get yo’ money, it is mine
don’t ask her for ninety+nine
[bridge]
p+ssy, you’s a f+ckin’ p+ssy
skrrt away from double d
i’ma see you once again, i know yo’ ass is in the streets

[verse 2]
it’s ninety seven, baby
put your ass in heaven, baby
rockin’ with this toolie lately
aimin’ at yo’ f+ckin’ lady
i love robbin’, i love doin’ drugs
i love to f+ckin’ cut it up
but when i cut it up, i always end up in the f+ckin’ mud
i wanna rob the plug and rob yo’ mother
rob the f+ckin’ cops
too d+mn high, a lazy b+tch
i wanna turn the gun, oh, sh+t
i barely stand, i barely breathe

[pre+chorus]
i still got b+tches on they knees
and they be prayin’ sayin’, “freddie, who the f+ck is double d?”
who the f+ck is double d?
b+tch, that’s m—

[chorus]
how many b+tches wanna f+ck wit’ me?
how many bullets do i got up in these jeans?
how many f+ckers do i gotta rob for dollars?
how many times i gotta shoot befo’ you holler?
how many b+tches wanna f+ck wit’ me?
how many bullets do i got up in these jeans?
how many f+ckers do i gotta rob for dollars?
how many times i gotta shoot befo’ you holler?

- freddie dredd lyrics

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