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tru - freak hoes lyrics

hey check this out miss thang or should i say b-tch do you like to shake
your -ss in the club do you a motherf-cker

freak hoes, freak hoes let your motherf-cking knees touch your elbows
freak hoes, freak hoes let your motherf-cking kness touch your elbows
freak hoes, freak hoes bounces your -ss and let your knees touch your
elbows
freak hoes, freak hoes bounce your -ss and let your knees touch your
elbows

verse one: master p

one time chaesd me they couldn’t take we my baby momma 2 kids
couldn’t
braek me so i weat to the club and met nena have you seen her she look

like lena h-rn with the big b-tt gotta go on but got more kids than
children of the korn that’s why i couldn’t f-ck with her even though i
knew she was a gold diggin b-tch out the projects livin for the county
check but got the killa p-ssy that’s why a n-gg- say watch that hoe watch
that b-tch silly rabbit the tricks on you b-tch cuz tru n-gg-z stay tru
to the gizame get the koochie and don’t know the yo nizame and leave a
b-tch stuck with d-ck on her breath dope in the house and one way out.

chorus: repeat 3x

freak hoes, freak hoes bounce your -ss and let your knees touch your
elbows

verse two: silkk the shocker

now once a trick always a trick they wanna know why i talked like this
supposed to be and you you f-cked my whole crew and that’s why i
called
you a b-tch, now um i shake these hoes like dice keep’en in check like
knight now when i f-ck trun on the lights when they go left and igo
right i can’t deny i treat’em and like women but b-tches like hoes man
i climb them hoes like (something) i ride them hoes like brand new
vogues on for sure atfer show, hit’em and split’em and duck’em f-ck’em i
hit’em and put’em back in my brand new cutless but aint no thang while
she talkin sh-t upout this b-tch i told ya all no hoes can ride for free
so get up out my sh-t.

chorus

verse three: mia x

all you n-gg-z talkin bout bounce that -ss this aint no free show we
want the motherf-ckin cash hoe f-ck your weed don’t want no drank
don’t
even thick that you can’t f-ck me you got enough to even touch me i seen

yo stuntin in benz but them broads know it’s for your motherf-ckin
friends wanna be balla n-gg- your ho you clain playa still gettin
fronted dope callin us freaks, but your the freaky one tounge lickin on
my pearl like a stick to a snare drum until i c-m all in ya f-ckin face
floss ya teeth with my p-ssy hairs, and than i’m outta there i cares a
f-ck bout how you feel but i will slip a mickey in yo drank getcha
getcha out your dope and your bank leave ya stank my cuz i aint the hoe
to shake my -ss at the club for you negros i can’t stand a motherf-cka
talkin sh-t when he knows he gets spung when the p-ssy lips drip that
lil d-ck yea you call me b-tch but i wander why you still try to sweat
me trick impress me trick now aint that a trip you n-gg-z try to flip
the script but still aint sayin sh-t you n-gg-z call your selves pimps
and try to spit the game but your to lame for atru b-tch.

chorus

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