Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 10 Freaky Hoes , by - Bandgang Lonnie BandsRelease date: 02.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
10 Freaky Hoes |
| Shh, shh |
| Helluva made this beat, baby |
| One bitch, two bitch, ten freaky hoes |
| The labels keep on callin' my phone, tell 'em leave me 'lone, uh |
| She gon' shake that ass, yeah, for this cabbage, yeah |
| She gon' shake that ass, yeah, for this bag, yeah |
| One bitch, two bitch, ten freaky hoes |
| The labels keep on callin' my phone, tell 'em leave me 'lone, uh |
| She gon' shake that ass, yeah, for this bag, yeah |
| She gon' shake that ass, yeah, I’m gon' smack it |
| Ooh, ooh |
| Orange fish, blue fish, all type of hoes |
| Yeah, my bitch on Backpage, she got two phones, ooh |
| She gon' bring that cash in and call me daddy, hold on |
| She gon' bring that bag in, break her back in, oh |
| Them bitches call me Band Man, I got them band-bands |
| One pussy ain’t enough, fuck her and her best friend, hold on |
| Baby, fuck with me, that’s your best interest |
| Pull up to Club Wett with a wet tenders |
| All these hoes like, «You the best in it» |
| A six in a two, that’s the best feeling |
| And when it hit my tooth, it kill the pain, nigga |
| Shit be lyin', shit be boostin' to you lame niggas |
| Hey, I ain’t got time for you lame bitches |
| Me and your favorite athlete fuck the same bitches, ooh |
| Bitch wanna fuck 'cause my chain hittin', ooh |
| I’ma fuck this lil' bitch off a pain killer, ooh |
| One bitch, two bitch, ten freaky hoes |
| The labels keep on callin' my phone, tell 'em leave me 'lone, uh |
| She gon' shake that ass, yeah, for this cabbage, yeah |
| She gon' shake that ass, yeah, for this bag, yeah |
| One bitch, two bitch, ten freaky hoes |
| The labels keep on callin' my phone, tell 'em leave me 'lone, uh |
| She gon' shake that ass, yeah, for this bag, yeah |
| She gon' shake that ass, yeah, I’m gon' smack it |
| They caught me red handed but couldn’t see the package |
| 'Cause ain’t no drugs in this car when I’m in Cedar Rapids |
| When you got that sauce, you gotta take advantage |
| Bitch pussy so good, I tried to take her panties |
| I ain’t trippin', baby, let me help you get your master’s |
| She drop it to her knees, do she need a pastor? |
| Came to the club with the family, fuck who asking |
| We the ones with the package, gettin' that bag in |
| I get a call on them beans, I’m rushing in traffic |
| Load up a thousand beans then flush 'em to Aston |
| I paid triple for the cup but it’s one if you ask me |
| So many hoes in the circle, this shit like a pageant |
| Take this ID, your new name Ashley |
| This dick made of plastic, don’t need no magnets |
| Your baby daddy broke, ridin' in a Magnum |
| Put a price on his head, get him sewed and bag him |
| One bitch, two bitch, ten freaky hoes |
| The labels keep on callin' my phone, tell 'em leave me 'lone, uh |
| She gon' shake that ass, yeah, for this cabbage, yeah |
| She gon' shake that ass, yeah, for this bag, yeah |
| One bitch, two bitch, ten freaky hoes |
| The labels keep on callin' my phone, tell 'em leave me 'lone, uh |
| She gon' shake that ass, yeah, for this bag, yeah |
| She gon' shake that ass, yeah, I’m gon' smack it |