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Freak Hoes Lyrics

Freak Hoes by Master P  

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Freak Hoes Hey check this out miss thang or should i say b**ch...
do you like to shake your ass in the club? do ya motha f**ka?

Freak hoes freak hoes let your mother f**kin knees touch your elbows
Freak hoes freak hoes let your mother f**kin knees touch your elbows
Freak hoes freak hoes bounce your ass and let your knees touch your elbows
Freak hoes freak hoes bounce your ass ans let your knees touck your elbows

(Verse 1)-Master p
One time chase me they couldn't take me, my baby momma two kids
couldn't take me. so I went to the club met nina have you seen her she
look like Leena Horn
with the bug butt got it goin on but got mo kids then children of the corn
that's why i couldn't f**k with her even though I knew she was a gold
diggin b**ch out the projects livin on that county check but got that killer
pussy that's why a nigga say watch that hoe watch that b**ch silly rabbit
the tricks on you b**ch
cuz Tru niggas stay Tru to the gizzame get the coochie and don't know yo
nizame and leave a b**ch stuck with dick on her breath dope in the house and
one way out.

(Chorus 3x)

(Verse 2 )-silk the shocker
Now once a trick always a trick ya wanna know why I talk like this
supposta be me and you but ya f**ked my whole crew and that's why
I call you a b**ch, Now um i shake these hoes like dice keep'en in check like
knight now when I f**k turn on the lights when they go left I go rightI can't deny I treat'em
like women but b**ches like hoes man I climb them hoes like (something)
I ride them hoes like brand new vogues on for stre after show, hit'em
and put'em back in my brand new cutless but ain't no thang while
she talkin sh*t upout this b**ch I told ya'll no hoes can ride for free
so get up out my sh*t.

(verse 3)-mia x

All you niggaz talkin bout bounce that ass there ain't a freak show we want
the motha f**kin cash so f**k ya weed don't want no drank think that you
can f**k me you ain't got enough to even touch me I seen you stuntin in
yo benz but do them broads know it's for your motha f**kin friends wanna be
a balla NIGGA YOUZ A HOE you clain playin still gettin fronted dope callin
us freaks, but your the freaky one tonguelickin on my pearl like a stick to a
snare drum until I cum all in ya f**kin face floss ya teeth with my pussy
hairs, ans then i'm outta there I cares a f**k bout how you feel but i will slip
a mickey in yo drink getcha getcha out your dope and your bank leave ya stank
my cuz I ain't the hoe to shake my ass at the club for you negros I can't stand a
mother f**ka talkin sh*t when he knows he gets sprung when the pussy lips drip that lil
dick yea you call me b**ch but i wander why you still try to sweat me
trick impress me trick now ain't that a trip you niggas try to flip the script
but still ain't say sh*t you niggaz call your selves pimps and try to spit the game but
your to lame for a TRU b**ch.

(Chorus)



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