Freak Hoes lyrics

[Verse 1: Coach Joey]
Let me start this with this introduction
I'm Joe, I hate hoes‚ but I love f*cking
I used to want you‚ now I want nothing
If we ain't f*cking‚ don't trip when I f*ck your cousin
It's all about me, b*tch, I'm David [?]
[?] I hate you‚ b*tch, call your uncles
If them n*ggas start trippin, [?] call my [?]
They gon pull up bussin‚ let them n*ggas touch 'em
Man, I'm getting tired of these freak hoes
I hit once, and get another shot like a free throw
You deepthroat, [?] me go
You cheep ho, and I heard your whip just got [?]
I'm tired of talking, b*tch, quit calling my phone
You ain't using my Uber, find a way home
I need some space to think, just leave me alone
I'm having mood swings, I still love you though

[Chorus: AllStar JR]
Freak b*tch [?] up
Come eat this di*k up
Grab your phone, call sis up
I pray to god that that petty b*tch pick up
I ain't droppin off, you ain't finna run my [?] up

[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
Let me start off with this introduction
I hate this b*tch, but love the way she sucking
I love the fact that when I call, she come and I run
I'm all ready to drop her back off, she trippin bout nothing
What's your credit score? Don't care about your pus*y
Pillo talking just to f*ck, lil n*gga, you a rooky
[?] smoking cookie, finesse baby out her coochie
[?] 60 dollars, gave her ass counterfeit 20's
I'm all tired of these b*tches
I thought I told you we was cool, why you stalking me on Insta?
Commenting all on my pictures, b*tch, don't you got a n*gga?
Better play your role, before I get fed up and startsnitching
She be doing way too much, but her head fire
[?] I would've been blocked her
[?] I don't need the stress, b*tch, we can't f*ck no more
And don't take it personal, I still love you though
[Chorus: AllStar JR]
Freak b*tch [?] up
Come eat this di*k up
Grab your phone, call sis up
I pray to god that that petty b*tch pick up
I ain't droppin off, you ain't finna run my [?] up

[Verse 3: AllStar JR]
Let me start off with this introduction
I smack this b*tch whip, I ain't give her nothing
That pus*y ain't sh*t, I ain't like the f*cking
Block on all my social sites, get no likes or nothing
Now she f*cking on this bumm, got no ice or nothing
They can't go to [?] get no [?] or nothing
Laughing with my n*gga Joe, like her life ain't nothing
b*tch [?] for nothing [?] couldn't like [?]
I can count a hundred times I done f*cked girls
Not one of them nice, [?] cuff girls
I done been around the block with enough girls
So I'm comfortable with saying f*ck girls
Ain't a dollar for them folloers, so quit it
You worrying bout who I'm f*cking, the problem is it's your sister
You always wanna argue, having problems with b*tches
But you calling off work, that's the problem with b*tches