Yung Bans – Freak Show

Freak Show – Yung Bans Lyrics Letra:
Chorus: Yung Bans
Ayy, who can you call?
Ayy, who can you call? (I don’t know)
Ayy, who can you call?
Fuckin’ siamese twins, yes, I like my hoes symmetrical
We could run a train, whole gang had to bless them broads
Flew a bitch from China, when she came, she had seven toes
Know I still hit it, lil’ bitch, it’s a freak show

Verse 1: Yung Bans
And I’m havin’ too much sauce, I put that shit on my mama
In this bitch with Big Boof, Brandon, that’s my blood brother
I just got the neck, ‘cause really, I ain’t wanna fuck her
Ho talkin’ crazy, so my side bitch had to punch her
Make a bitch go down, then come back up just like a plunger
On that hot boy, block boy for this cold summer
Yeah, I don’t fuck 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, baby, you should call him sis
Fucked five hoes in one day, take a shower, make ‘em mix
I ain’t pressed ‘bout a bitch, that’s why I could never trip

Chorus: Yung Bans & Mulatto
Ayy, who can you call?
Ayy, who can you call?
Ayy, who can you call? (I don’t know)
Ayy, who can you call?
Fuckin’ siamese twins, yes, I like my hoes symmetrical
We could run a train, whole gang had to bless them broads
Flew a bitch from China, when she came, she had seven toes (Ayy)
Know I still hit it, lil’ bitch, it’s a freak show (Ayy, ayy)

Verse 2: Mulatto
Nigga, ain’t no freak show without big Latto (Yeah)
Real freak bitch, who I’m fuckin’ I don’t follow (Ayy)
Only time I spit is on the mic, bitch, I swallow
Keep it gangsta, he gon’ bust on my commando (Yeah)
I got mean grip (Ooh), round after round, that’s a mean clip
Put ‘em straight to sleep like a lean sip, ooh, yeah
Nasty, eat it while in traffic
“Latto, she a real freak,” nothin’ like his last bitch
Rounds in the peacoat, street but a freak ho
Nigga know I’m spoiled ‘cause my folk was movin’ kilos
Thought I had the cheat code, ballin’ like a free throw
Put the pole on anybody, welcome to the freak show

Chorus: Yung Bans
Ayy, who can you call?
Ayy, who can you call?
Ayy, who can you call? (I don’t know)
Ayy, who can you call?
Fuckin’ siamese twins, yes, I like my hoes symmetrical
We could run a train, whole gang had to bless them broads
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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