Freddie Dredd - How Many Lyrics

How many bitches wanna f*ck wit' me?
(Doomshop, motherf*cker-fu-)

How many bitches 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 before you holler?
How-how many bitches 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 before you holler?

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
Use the glue to make the Fenty'
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
Damn, yo' bitch is f*ckin' fine
Get yo' money, it is mine
Don't ask her for ninety-nine

Pussy, you's a f*ckin' pussy
Skrrt away from Double D
I'ma see you once again
I know yo' ass is in the streets

'97 baby, put your ass in Heaven, baby
F*ckin' 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 damn high, I'm lazy, bitch
I wanna turn the gun, on shit
I barely stand, I barely breathe, I still got bitches on they knees
And they be prayin' sayin', "Freddie, who the f*ck is Double D?"
Who the f*ck is Double D?
Bitch, that's me

How many bitches 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 before you holler?
How many bitches 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 before you holler?