Hit-Boy - Freddie Friday 1- Frontseat Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Freddie Floyd] I am pimpin, I am pimpin I am pimpin, I am pimpin Third Take Ali Get Hype b**h Get Hype Get hype b**h Get Hype Get Hype Hype Hype Hype [Verse: Freddie Floyd] Welcome to that Freddie Friday With your b**h it's freaky Friday Ring the sirens I'm on fire I got drive and I don't tire I'm an a**hole I don't do no half a**ing Get a pa** port, pa** for poor and first cla** it White boy spit that fire, I guess I'm a fire cracker MY rapping is rapid fire I be that shark and I fire faster b**h I'm back like a chiropractor Practically your b**h's practice. Because Because Because Because I can satisfy her Dunking my balls in that b**h Yeah I'm white Iverson The irony in ivory Is why I k** your cyphering When I spit, I'm fire-ing Go blah blah blah so silence, b**h I'm bout to hit your line with this My lines like a line of (nose sniff) [Verse: Freddie Floyd] Welcome to that Freddie Friday With your b**h its freaky Friday Eenie meenie money mo I'm Tryna get some money ho Catch a sight of your hoe And make sure that she let go After she give me that tail and never let you hit no more Tell a b**h I'm on her side like French fries Men lie Women lie Numbers don't Money come and go So I let them checks fly Yeah I'm bout to test drive Ferrari's pagani's and audi's All these mazerrati's surround me Buggatti's? You got me? You copy? Can't stop me Can't top me. Hip hop is my poppy. And Your b**h is in my mosh pit Got the mob up in the lobby, with your b**h she want that molly She want me to make her sweat and make her wet and WOO, She naughty We body to body, Sloppy toppy is her hobby Then everybody get a piece in the after party I Pa** her on to my posse, Then they do her doggy Damn shawty, damn shawty, That's why we so co*ky [Verse: Freddie Floyd] Now I'm in that front seat, push the f**ing pedal b**h You know this my country, so tell em all who run this sh** I k** em all, I come in peace I rip em up Here's your receipt Freddie Floyd or Freddie Krueger This is Friday so don't Sleep Tire marks, Tire marks You rappers just road k** Three four mill or no deal Shaquille, O'Neal Hot girls get cold chills Bring her back to the hotel She s** my dick with gold grills Cuz she know that she so trill Quick to diss a b**h And Put a b**h in discipline Fish and grits, Hit or miss Steady counting Benjamins Pa** the fist to a pacifist And make sure you don't live again Pay attention like you bout to buy some f**ing Ritalin She throw that p**y your way Lets hope that you don't catch something Never had a tour date But I guess that I can rap something My friends, Do what Raf Simon says I only hit up homies I never call the feds [Verse: Freddie Floyd] This is Freddie Friday With your b**h it's freaky friday She go my way she go side ways She give head just like a migraine This is my day, this is muh-nay Which is why I cum on her face This is January First, I f** her on the first date Mother f**er say your prayers Mother f**er grow a pair You can't stop me less you had me strapped up to the lectric chair Stop and stare. Stare and stop, On my way up to the top My rap on the highest level kinda like the final stair [Outro: Freddie Floyd] Let it Run Ali Freddie Fridays First of Many Be excited b**h, the revolution is coming Gaijin!