Lyrics Freque Show - JAAE

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