FREAKSHOW Sickboyrari
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[Intro]
Evilgiane
Pop out with my gang, with my gang, it's a freak show
[Chorus]
Gone to the moon
You ain't even know my shooter, he off shrooms
Pedal to the floor and then I vroom
Scarecrow shit, how I'm hangin' with my goons
Gone to the moon
You ain't even know my shooter, he off shrooms
Pedal to the floor and then I vroom
Scarecrow shit, how I'm hangin' with my goons
[Verse]
Scarecrow shit, I'm hangin' with my squad
With the K9 crew and with my dawg
Talkin' all that shit but you all bark
Talkin' all that shit but you won't spark
Gang like some gremlins creep at night though
When I pull up with my gang, it's a freak show
Pop out with my gang, it's a freak show
Baby, can you throw it back like a freak ho?
My shooter, he off molly, it's a geek show
Shawty poppin' beans but she don't eat though
Runnin' up my bands, gotta eat
And I'm walkin' with the dead and we don't sleep
Foreign mud, cream soda in the cup, still can't sleep
Creep up in your dream like I'm Freddy
Runnin' up that cheese, yeah, that fetti
I don't fuck with rats, they get popped though
Run up at the scene, got that top though
Ballad of the dead with the dead [?]
You ain't even know my shooter, he be off shrooms
He'll be off to see the moon
Evilgiane
Pop out with my gang, with my gang, it's a freak show
[Chorus]
Gone to the moon
You ain't even know my shooter, he off shrooms
Pedal to the floor and then I vroom
Scarecrow shit, how I'm hangin' with my goons
Gone to the moon
You ain't even know my shooter, he off shrooms
Pedal to the floor and then I vroom
Scarecrow shit, how I'm hangin' with my goons
[Verse]
Scarecrow shit, I'm hangin' with my squad
With the K9 crew and with my dawg
Talkin' all that shit but you all bark
Talkin' all that shit but you won't spark
Gang like some gremlins creep at night though
When I pull up with my gang, it's a freak show
Pop out with my gang, it's a freak show
Baby, can you throw it back like a freak ho?
My shooter, he off molly, it's a geek show
Shawty poppin' beans but she don't eat though
Runnin' up my bands, gotta eat
And I'm walkin' with the dead and we don't sleep
Foreign mud, cream soda in the cup, still can't sleep
Creep up in your dream like I'm Freddy
Runnin' up that cheese, yeah, that fetti
I don't fuck with rats, they get popped though
Run up at the scene, got that top though
Ballad of the dead with the dead [?]
You ain't even know my shooter, he be off shrooms
He'll be off to see the moon
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