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Yung Bans - Freak Show Lyrics



Yung Bans - Freak Show Lyrics
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[ Featuring Latto ]

Ayy, who can you call?
Ayy, who can you call? (I don't know)
Ayy, who can you call? Ayy, who can you call?
F*ckin' siamese twins, guess I like my hoes symmetrical
We could run a train, whole gang, had to bless the bros
Flew a bitch from China, when she came, she had seven toes
Know I still hit it, lil' bitch, it's a freak show

Ayy yo, havin' too much sauce, I put that shit on my Momma
In this bitch with Big Boof, Brandon, that's my blood brother
I just got the neck, 'cause really, I ain't wanna f*ck her
Hoe talkin' crazy, so my side bitch had to punch her
Bitch go down, then come back up just like a plunger
Want a hot boy, block boy for this cold summer
I don't f*ck with 12, so I can never be a cuffer
Need a bad bitch that take wood, jack for the lumber
You can kiss on this dick, I don't kiss on the lips
Heard your boyfriend a bitch, maybe you should call him sis
F*cked five hoes in one day, take a shower, make a mix
I ain't pressed 'bout a bitch, that's why I could never trip

Ayy, who can you call?
Ayy, who can you call?
Ayy, who can you call? (I don't know)
Ayy, who can you call? Ayy, who can you call?
F*ckin' siamese twins, guess I like my hoes symmetrical
We could run a train, whole gang, had to bless the bros
Flew a bitch from China, when she came, she had seven toes
Know I still hit it, lil' bitch, it's a freak show (ayy, ayy)

Nigga, ain't no freak show without big 'Latto
Real freak bitch
You wan' f*ck and I don't follow
Only time I spit is on the mic, bitch, I swallow
Keep it gangsta, he gon' bust on my commando
I got mean grip, round after round, that's a mean clip
Put 'em straight to sleep, make him lean sip, ooh, yeah
Nasty, eat it while in traffic
"'Latto, she a real freak," nothin' like his last bitch
Rounds in the pea coat, street but a freak hoe
Nigga know I'm spoiled 'cause I f*ck with movin' kilos
Thought I had the cheat code, ballin' like a free throw
Put the pole on anybody, welcome to the freak show

Ayy, who can you call?
Ayy, who can you call?
Ayy, who can you call? (I don't know)
Ayy, who can you call? Ayy, who can you call?
F*ckin' siamese twins, guess I like my hoes symmetrical
We could run a train, whole gang, had to bless the bros
Flew a bitch from China, when she came, she had seven toes
Know I still hit it, lil' bitch, it's a freak show
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Ayy, who can you call?
Ayy, who can you call? (I don't know)
Ayy, who can you call? Ayy, who can you call?
F*ckin' siamese twins, guess I like my hoes symmetrical
We could run a train, whole gang, had to bless the bros
Flew a bitch from China, when she came, she had seven toes
Know I still hit it, lil' bitch, it's a freak show

Ayy yo, havin' too much sauce, I put that shit on my Momma
In this bitch with Big Boof, Brandon, that's my blood brother
I just got the neck, 'cause really, I ain't wanna f*ck her
Hoe talkin' crazy, so my side bitch had to punch her
Bitch go down, then come back up just like a plunger
Want a hot boy, block boy for this cold summer
I don't f*ck with 12, so I can never be a cuffer
Need a bad bitch that take wood, jack for the lumber
You can kiss on this dick, I don't kiss on the lips
Heard your boyfriend a bitch, maybe you should call him sis
F*cked five hoes in one day, take a shower, make a mix
I ain't pressed 'bout a bitch, that's why I could never trip

Ayy, who can you call?
Ayy, who can you call?
Ayy, who can you call? (I don't know)
Ayy, who can you call? Ayy, who can you call?
F*ckin' siamese twins, guess I like my hoes symmetrical
We could run a train, whole gang, had to bless the bros
Flew a bitch from China, when she came, she had seven toes
Know I still hit it, lil' bitch, it's a freak show (ayy, ayy)

Nigga, ain't no freak show without big 'Latto
Real freak bitch
You wan' f*ck and I don't follow
Only time I spit is on the mic, bitch, I swallow
Keep it gangsta, he gon' bust on my commando
I got mean grip, round after round, that's a mean clip
Put 'em straight to sleep, make him lean sip, ooh, yeah
Nasty, eat it while in traffic
"'Latto, she a real freak," nothin' like his last bitch
Rounds in the pea coat, street but a freak hoe
Nigga know I'm spoiled 'cause I f*ck with movin' kilos
Thought I had the cheat code, ballin' like a free throw
Put the pole on anybody, welcome to the freak show

Ayy, who can you call?
Ayy, who can you call?
Ayy, who can you call? (I don't know)
Ayy, who can you call? Ayy, who can you call?
F*ckin' siamese twins, guess I like my hoes symmetrical
We could run a train, whole gang, had to bless the bros
Flew a bitch from China, when she came, she had seven toes
Know I still hit it, lil' bitch, it's a freak show
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Writer: Vas Coleman, Alyssa Stephens, Edward Blackmon, Ebony Oshurinde
Copyright: Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC, Songtrust Ave

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