How Many

How many bitches wanna fuck wit' me? (Doomshop, motherfucker-fu-)

How many bitches wanna fuck wit' me? How many bullets do I got up in these jeans? How many fuckers do I gotta rob for dollars? How many times I gotta shoot befo' you holler? How-how many bitches wanna fuck wit' me? How-how many bullets do I got up in these jeans? How many fuckers do I gotta rob for dollars? How many times I gotta shoot befo' you holler?

How many, Tom Penny, it is only three 'o' clock I can waste up all my time before I let you hit the rock Foggin' up my spectacles, you ain't so fuckin' special, bruh Just another one, I only see the blade, I let 'em run Choppa chop up fuckin' plenty Need the Boo, don't like the Henny Get up off, don't want the Fenny {?} Booze up, sucker, fuck your mother Ring the plug, I'll ring the doctor Feel the hurtin', now you're certain Want to play, I'll close the curtain Stop, that does not sign Damn, yo bitch is fuckin' fine Get yo money, it is mine Don't ask her for ninety-nine

Pussy, you's a fuckin' pussy Skrrt away from Dr. D I'ma see you once again, I know yo ass is in the streets

It's ninety seven, baby Put your ass in Heaven, baby Fuckin' with this toolie lately Aimin' at yo fuckin' lady I love robbin', I love doin' drugs I love to fuckin' cut it up But when I cut it up, I always end up in the fuckin' mud I wanna rob the plug and rob yo mother Rob the fuckin' cops Too damn high, a lazy bitch I wanna turn the gun, oh, shit I barely stand, I barely breathe

I still got bitches on they knees And they be prayin' sayin', "Freddie, who the fuck is Double D?" Who the fuck is Double D? Bitch, that's m-

How many bitches wanna fuck wit' me? How many bullets do I got up in these jeans? How many fuckers do I gotta rob for dollars? How many times I gotta shoot befo' you holler? How-how many bitches wanna fuck wit' me? How-how many bullets do I got up in these jeans? How many fuckers do I gotta rob for dollars? How many times I gotta shoot befo' you holler?