How Many Lyrics Freddie Dredd
How many *** wanna *** wit’ me?
Doomshop, ***-fu-
How many *** wanna *** wit’ me?
How many bullets do I got up in these jeans?
How many fuckers do I gotta rob for dollars?
How many times I gotta shoot ‘fore you holler
How-how many *** wanna *** wit’ me?
How-how many bullets do I got in these jeans?
How many fuckers do I gotta rob for dollars?
How many times I gotta shoot befo’ you holler
How many, Tom Penny, it is only three ‘o’ clock
I can waste up all my time before I let you hit the rock
Foggin’ up my spectacles, you ain’t ***’ special, bruh
Just another one, I only see the blade, I let ’em run
Choppa chop up ***’ plenty
Need the Boo, don’t like the Henny
Get up off, don’t want the Fenny
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Booze up, sucker, *** your mother
Ring the plug, I’ll ring the doctor
Feel the hurtin’, now you’re certain
Want to play, I’ll close the curtain
Stop, that does not sign
Damn, yo’ *** is ***’ fine
Get yo’ money, it is mine
Don’t ask her for ninety-nine
***, you’s a ***’ ***
Skrrt away from Double D
I’ma see you once again, I know yo’ ass is in the streets
It’s ninety seven, baby
Put your ass in Heaven, baby
Rockin’ with this toolie lately
Aimin’ at yo’ ***’ lady
I love robbin’, I love doin’ drugs
I love to ***’ cut it up
But when I cut it up, I always end up in the ***’ mud
I wanna rob the plug and rob yo’ mother
Rob the ***’ cops
Too damn ***, a lazy ***
I wanna turn the ***, oh, ***
I barely stand, I barely breathe
I still got *** on they knees
And they be [?] sayin’, “Freddie, who the *** is Double D?”
Who the *** is Double D?
***, that’s m-
How many *** wanna *** wit’ me?
How many bullets do I got up in these jeans?
How many fuckers do I gotta rob for dollars?
How many times I gotta shoot ‘fore you holler
How many *** wanna *** wit’ me?
How many bullets do I got in these jeans?
How many fuckers do I gotta rob for dollars?
How many times I gotta shoot befo’ you holler?