Two Freaky Hoes lyrics

[Verse]
Some n*ggas be Tonies
I feel like the Godfather, some n*ggas be Tonies
Went to the b*tch house, she made me macaroni
Y'all n*ggas broke, all y'all eatin' is baloney
Had to cut my friends off 'cause they was phony
All my daughter said she want, sh*t, was a pony
Told the girl I loved her, but she not my one and only
So many n*ggas dance like me, wanna clone me
Shook a n*gga hand, laughed at him, he was phony
Fake ass n*ggas faker than they uncle Rollie
Freaky ass b*tch got naked, tried to hold me
Mama know my head f*cked up, can't control me
Bust on a b*tch f*ckin' face 'cause I'm nasty
Every time, a n*gga dress clean 'cause I'm classy
I don't want no broke ass b*tch if she ashy
b*tch so freaky to her friend, she just passed me
Freaky ass hoes on the Gram, they harass me
Took her to the suite and I think her name was Ashley
Matter fact, all the hoes love when I'm rappin'
Thank God my f*ckin' life changed, I was trappin'
Oh my God, they ain't like that n*gga, kidnapped him
It wasn't even Christmas but they ass gift wrapped him
Oh my f*ckin' God, how the f*ck you make it happen?
Mama say she love me 'cause her f*ckin' son rappin'
Two freaky hoes wanna come over now
I'm like "Hell nah, b*tch, you are not a doll"
Freaky ass b*tch say she wanna have my child
Bust on her face, that b*tch too f*ckin' loud
Made a hunnid bands in a month, now I'm proud
Made so much money, 'bout to have another child
Ballin' on these n*ggas and these n*ggas wanna foul
I don't smoke weed, but that choppa, it be loud
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, knock him down
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, hit the crowd
I don't give a f*ck 'cause that - it be loud
But I changed my life, so I know them n*ggas proud
[Outro]
Two freaky hoes called the phone, I ain't answer
Heard that n*gga died from them bullets, it ain't cancer
Mama say I'm crazy 'cause I think I love a dancer
I ain't take the b*tch to the trap, but to the mansion
Nappy ass n*gga in a sweater, I be handsome
Hoes see me comin' 'round the town, I'm so handsome
They like "Oh my God, sh*t, he on the f*ckin' radar"
Then I f*ckin' blast off, b*tch, like a NASCAR
I don't give a f*ck, I can rap without the f*ckin' beat
Fa-fa-fa, it'll take off a n*gga feet
Ballin' on these n*ggas like the muthaf*ckin' f*ckin' Heat
I ain't even been to Miami, but I'm in a suite
Freaky ass b*tch made a hunnid bands in a week
I'ma get up off the f*ckin' mic 'cause that sh*t was cheap
I don't give a f*ck, this ain't my life, it ain't really deep
I be f*ckin' hoes, tell the truth, I don't beat my meat
Lil bro, he went to jail, mask on, no trick or treat
Matter fact, it's Benihana's, n*gga, everybody eat