Freque Show

Welcome to the Freque Show, we happy dat you made it We got a private room, where them bitches gettin' naked (Hold it!) Innuendo Welcome to the Freque Show I got some crazy bars, yeah dem motherfuckers' lethal I'm picking at you brain, you be peeping through the peep hole Let dat Choppa sang, make dat mother-fucking wind blow like... Have a seat though, bitch welcome to the Freque Show Here they serving brain, yeah we really got some Freque hoes We tearing out yo brain, and we smashing out yo windows Let dat Choppa sang, make dat mother-fucking wind blow nigga Am I a Nicki fan? Pull up in Sri Lanka Off dat dirty bitch, stupid hoe named Bianca You don't really rap, mane yo track gave imposter Tearing out yo brain, need some sauce for my pasta Don't know yo name, nope you ain't on my roster Hair is sitting well, and the length? Like a Rasta Bi-Bitch I rock the fangs, yeah you know, like a Monster Ma-Magic in my pen, got the spells, Harry Potter (like) This shit is crazy how we rocking at the Freque Show All my bitches bad, and they wit it like a Freque Hoe Ready to make dat bank, know they bougie, ain't no cheap hoes Bitch, i'm at the stadium Go and pick a seat hoe I cain't fuck with broke niggas They be on my C-ock I cain't even hold niggas See you from the T-op Bu-Bust you in yo skull nigga Beat you like a B-ox Itching to take you hoe, nigga, you chicken, but ain't no P-ox (like) I'll be in designer, while you be rocking Reebok Leave yo head in red, but ain't talking bout Miss Reba The fuck you rocking Filla? Got holes up in yo knee-highs No me llaman Tio, pero Rico, toma mija (like) I just walk off I laugh at my knock offs You ain't me, please knock it off You staring shit? I'm popping off You niggas is bonkers You must think i'm stupid Only nigga that ever shot me, and didn't miss, is cupid (like) I'm on top Mutha-fuck a ladder Bitch, ain't Alicia, got the keys, a silver platter My niggas moving Katy, ain't Perry, where the plata? Sh-Shoot 'em in the chest, I make it rain, i'll make it splatter Hold it I'm on top Mutha-fuck a ladder Bitch, ain't Alicia, got the keys, a silver platter My niggas moving Katy, ain't Perry, where the plata? Shoot 'em in the chest, make it rain, i'll make it splatter Hold it Innuendo Welcome to the Freque Show I got some crazy bars, yeah dem motherfuckers' lethal I'm picking at you brain, you be peeping through the peep hole Let dat Choppa sang, make dat mother-fucking wind blow like Have a seat though, bitch welcome to the Freque Show Here they serving brain, yeah we really got some Freque hoes We tearing out yo brains, and we smashing out yo windows Let dat Choppa sang, make dat mother-fucking wind blow nigga Welcome to the Freque Show, we happy dat you made it We got a private room, where them bitches gettin' naked Hold it Welcome to the Freque Show, we happy dat you made it We got a private room, where them bitches gettin' naked Hold it Welcome to the Freque Show, we happy dat you made it We got a private room, where them bitches gettin' naked Hold it