Freak Hoes lyrics

by

C-Murder


[Intro: Master P]
Hey check this out, miss thing
Or should I say b*tch
Do you like to shake your ass in the club? (Or shake your ass in the house)
Then you a motherf*ckin

[Chorus: Master P]
Freak hoe, freak hoe
Let ya motherf*ckin' knees touch ya elbows
Freak hoes, freak hoes
Let ya motherf*ckin' kness touch ya elbows
Freak hoes, freak hoes
Bounces ya ass, and let your knees touch ya elbows
Freak hoes, freak hoes
Bounce ya ass, and let your knees touch ya elbows

[Verse 1: Master P]
One time chased me, they couldn't take me
My baby momma two kids couldn't break me
So I went to the club and met Nina
Have you seen her, she look like Lena—
Horn, with the big butt, got it goin' on
But got more kids than Children of the Corn
Thats why I couldn't f*ck with her
Even though I know she was a gold diggin—
b*tch out the projects, livin for the county Check
But got the killa pus*y thats why a n*gga say
Watch that hoe, watch that b*tch
Silly rabbit, the tricks on you, b*tch
Cause TRU n*ggas stay true to the gizz-ame
Get the coochie, and don't know the yo' nizz-ame
And leave a b*tch stuck, with di*k on her breath
Dope in the house, and one way out
[Chorus: Master P]
Freak hoe (Freak hoe) freak hoe (Freak hoe)
Bounce that ass, and let your knees touch ya elbows
Freak hoes, freak hoes
Bounce ya ass, and let your knees touch ya elbows
Freak hoes, freak hoes
Bounce ya ass, and let your knees touch ya elbows
Freak hoes, freak hoes
Bounce ya ass, and let your knees touch ya elbows

[Verse 2: Silkk the Shocker]
Now once a trick (Trick) always a trick
They wanna know why I talk like this (Like this)
Supposed to be and you, you f*cked my whole crew
And thats why I call you a b*tch, now um
I shake these hoes like dice, keep 'em in check like Nikes
Now when I f*ck, turn on the lights, when they go left, I go right
I can't deny I treat women like women, but b*tches like hoes
Man, I climb them hoes like [?], I ride them hoes like brand new Vogues
On for sho' after show, hit 'em, and split 'em, and duck'em
f*ck'em, I hit 'em in back of my brand new Cutlass
But ain't no thang, wipe the sheets off, then I'm out this b*tch
I told you, no hoes can ride for free, so get up out my sh*t (Out my sh*t)

[Chorus: Master P]
Freak hoes, freak hoes
Bounce ya ass, and make your knees touch ya elbows
Freak hoes, freak hoes
Bounce ya ass, and make your knees touch ya elbows
Freak hoes, freak hoes
Bounce ya ass, and make ya knees touch ya elbows
Freak hoes, freak hoes
Bounce ya ass, and make ya knees touch ya elbows
[Verse 3: Mia X]
All you n*ggas talkin bout, bounce that ass, this ain't a free show we
Want the motherf*ckin cash, ho, f*ck your weed
Don't want no drink, don't even think that you can't f*ck me
You ain't got enough to even touch me
I seen ya stuntin in Benz, but them broads know
Its for your motherf*ckin friend
Wannabe baller, n*gga, you's a hoe
How you claimin' playa, still gettin fronted dope
Callin us freaks, but you 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 pus*y hairs
And then I'm outta there
I cares a f*ck 'bout how you feel, but I will
Slip a mickey in yo' drink, getcha-getcha out your dope and your bank
Leave ya stank, 'cause I ain't the hoe
To shake my ass at the club for you negros
I can't stand a motherf*cka talkin sh*t
When he knows he gets sprung once the pus*y lips grip
That lil' di*k, yeah, you call me b*tch
But I wander why you still try to sweat me, trick
Impress me, trick, now ain't that a trip
You n*ggas try to flip the script, but still ain't sayin sh*t
You n*ggas call yourselves pimps
And try to spit the game, but you're too lame for a TRU b*tch
[Chorus: Master P]
Freak hoes, freak hoes
Bounce ya ass, and let your knees touch ya elbows
Freak hoes, freak hoes
Bounce ya ass, and let your knees touch ya elbows
Freak hoes, freak hoes
Bounce ya ass, and make your knees touch ya elbows
Freak hoes
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