Freque Show Lyrics

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