[Intro: Freddie Floyd]
I am pimpin, I am pimpin
I am pimpin, I am pimpin

Third Take Ali

Get Hype Bitch
Get Hype
Get hype Bitch
Get Hype
Get Hype Hype Hype Hype

[Verse: Freddie Floyd]
Welcome to that Freddie Friday
With your bitch it’s freaky Friday
Ring the sirens I’m on fire
I got drive and I don’t tire
I’m an asshole I don’t do no half assing
Get a pass port, pass for poor and first class it
White boy spit that fire, I guess I’m a fire cracker
MY rapping is rapid fire
I be that shark and I fire faster
Bitch I’m back like a chiropractor
Practically your bitch’s practice. Because Because Because Because I can satisfy her
Dunking my balls in that bitch Yeah I’m white Iverson
The irony in ivory
Is why I kill your cyphering
When I spit, I’m fire-ing
Go blah blah blah so silence, bitch
I’m bout to hit your line with this
My lines like a line of (nose sniff)

[Verse: Freddie Floyd]
Welcome to that Freddie Friday
With your bitch its freaky Friday
Eenie meenie money mo
I’m Tryna get some money ho
Catch a sight of your hoe
And make sure that she let go
After she give me that tail and never let you hit no more
Tell a bitch I’m on her side like French fries
Men lie Women lie
Numbers don’t Money come and go
So I let them checks fly
Yeah I’m bout to test drive
Ferrari’s pagani’s and audi’s
All these mazerrati’s surround me
Buggatti’s? You got me? You copy? Can’t stop me
Can’t top me. Hip hop is my poppy. And Your bitch is in my mosh pit
Got the mob up in the lobby, with your bitch she want that molly
She want me to make her sweat and make her wet and WOO, She naughty
We body to body, Sloppy toppy is her hobby
Then everybody get a piece in the after party
I Pass her on to my posse, Then they do her doggy
Damn shawty, damn shawty, That’s why we so cocky


[Verse: Freddie Floyd]
Now I'm in that front seat, push the fucking pedal bitch
You know this my country, so tell em all who run this shit
I kill em all, I come in peace
I rip em up Here’s your receipt
Freddie Floyd or Freddie Krueger
This is Friday so don’t Sleep
Tire marks, Tire marks
You rappers just road kill
Three four mill or no deal
Shaquille, O'Neal
Hot girls get cold chills
Bring her back to the hotel
She suck my dick with gold grills
Cuz she know that she so trill
Quick to diss a bitch
And Put a bitch in discipline
Fish and grits, Hit or miss
Steady counting Benjamins
Pass the fist to a pacifist
And make sure you don’t live again
Pay attention like you bout to buy some fucking Ritalin
She throw that pussy your way
Lets hope that you don’t catch something
Never had a tour date
But I guess that I can rap something
My friends, Do what Raf Simon says
I only hit up homies I never call the feds

[Verse: Freddie Floyd]
This is Freddie Friday
With your bitch it’s freaky friday
She go my way she go side ways
She give head just like a migraine
This is my day, this is muh-nay
Which is why I cum on her face
This is January First, I fuck her on the first date
Mother fucker say your prayers
Mother fucker grow a pair
You can’t stop me less you had me strapped up to the lectric chair
Stop and stare. Stare and stop, On my way up to the top
My rap on the highest level kinda like the final stair

[Outro: Freddie Floyd]
Let it Run Ali
Freddie Fridays First of Many
Be excited bitch, the revolution is coming
Gaijin!