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RE-Up600 - Freak Bi$h Lyrics



RE-Up600 - Freak Bi$h Lyrics




Thot box
All dem n**** in ya inbox
Ain't playing no defense
Had a lil b**** on my dick
Treat the b**** like a ATM
Pin activated no dispense
Broke boy broke boy
Bitch hit me like when we gone chill
Issa pretense
I f*** her im gone
Texting you like
Been f****** the whole dame city
She just want to smoke and eat kids
I f*** her to my songs
She knowing my words
She only here because of what you did
You breaking her heart
I'm breaking the bank
These rapper all loud
Don't know what dey sayin
Talking all this shit ain't playing no games
It was blessing these souls
Now I trap to my grave
Twerk that ass on the poll
Cause I already know you uhh freak b****
Thot box thot box
Can't f*** with the b****
Heard she in sequence
Thot box thot box
And the b**** know I got the bag
Little freak b****
She shaking and jiggling that ass
Come make the bag
Little freak b****
Freak bish
Freak bish
Freak bish
Freak bish
Freak bish
Freak bish
Freak bish
Freak bish
Ill shoot up this shit and get swizzy
Dame right i stay with the glizzy
She just brough her friend to get busy
Spin on the poll till you dizzy
I throw you a stack if you breaking that back
And these n***** can't really f*** with me
I'll f*** that b**** from that back
Sell out a show
Bring a crowd like assembly
If she not f****** with me
She not f****** with you
You better than me
Then ain't no comparison
Counting me out
Stead of counting me in
I swagged our the city
You doubted again
Designer in high school
I stick to my bag
I seen her in person
Said why we not friends
Can't f*** my b*****
Cause they are my fans
B****** get mad everytime that I brag
Chanel shoes when I walk on a bag
Take a lil trip, might cop us a pair
Might take you to Paris
Might sip on belaire
But he gone get mad
Cause you changed you apparel
Luther van dross and I'm sharp a arrow
I'm my own boss
And i pay my own pay roll
The n***** is faulty
Broke down and down bad
Why you gone change, when I didn't have a bag

Twerk that ass on the poll
Cause I already know you uhh freak b****
Thot box thot box
Can't f*** with the b****
Heard she in sequence
Thot box thot box
And the b**** know I got that bag
Little freak b****
She shaking and jiggling that ass
Come make the bag
Little freak b****
Freak bish
Freak bish
Freak bish
Freak bish
Freak bish
Freak bish
Freak bish
Freak bish
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English

Thot box
All dem n**** in ya inbox
Ain't playing no defense
Had a lil b**** on my dick
Treat the b**** like a ATM
Pin activated no dispense
Broke boy broke boy
Bitch hit me like when we gone chill
Issa pretense
I f*** her im gone
Texting you like
Been f****** the whole dame city
She just want to smoke and eat kids
I f*** her to my songs
She knowing my words
She only here because of what you did
You breaking her heart
I'm breaking the bank
These rapper all loud
Don't know what dey sayin
Talking all this shit ain't playing no games
It was blessing these souls
Now I trap to my grave
Twerk that ass on the poll
Cause I already know you uhh freak b****
Thot box thot box
Can't f*** with the b****
Heard she in sequence
Thot box thot box
And the b**** know I got the bag
Little freak b****
She shaking and jiggling that ass
Come make the bag
Little freak b****
Freak bish
Freak bish
Freak bish
Freak bish
Freak bish
Freak bish
Freak bish
Freak bish
Ill shoot up this shit and get swizzy
Dame right i stay with the glizzy
She just brough her friend to get busy
Spin on the poll till you dizzy
I throw you a stack if you breaking that back
And these n***** can't really f*** with me
I'll f*** that b**** from that back
Sell out a show
Bring a crowd like assembly
If she not f****** with me
She not f****** with you
You better than me
Then ain't no comparison
Counting me out
Stead of counting me in
I swagged our the city
You doubted again
Designer in high school
I stick to my bag
I seen her in person
Said why we not friends
Can't f*** my b*****
Cause they are my fans
B****** get mad everytime that I brag
Chanel shoes when I walk on a bag
Take a lil trip, might cop us a pair
Might take you to Paris
Might sip on belaire
But he gone get mad
Cause you changed you apparel
Luther van dross and I'm sharp a arrow
I'm my own boss
And i pay my own pay roll
The n***** is faulty
Broke down and down bad
Why you gone change, when I didn't have a bag

Twerk that ass on the poll
Cause I already know you uhh freak b****
Thot box thot box
Can't f*** with the b****
Heard she in sequence
Thot box thot box
And the b**** know I got that bag
Little freak b****
She shaking and jiggling that ass
Come make the bag
Little freak b****
Freak bish
Freak bish
Freak bish
Freak bish
Freak bish
Freak bish
Freak bish
Freak bish
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Writer: Holdon Gardener-Moore
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
Length: 3:22
Written by: Holdon Gardener-Moore
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