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Bun B - I'm Fresh lyrics
(feat. Mannie Fresh) [Talking] I say General, ladies and bad ass out of control babies It's the return, of the bad ass perm pimp ya heard Ya boy Fr-Fre-Fre-Fresh, Fre-Fre-Fre-Fre-Fresh Fr-Fre-Fre-Fr-Fre-Fresh, ay [Bun B] Bitch it's the king of the trill, I'm top of the line My paint is on drip, my rims is on shine My butter seats reclined, cherry oak is grip With swisha sweets to blow, and purple rain to sip Now straight up off the rip, I'm letting boys know I've never been a bitch, don't plan to be a hoe So if you got some plex, you better keep it low I bring it to your chest, soon as you hit the do' You know me as a pro, respect me as a vet I put it down befo', you ain't seen nothing yet My candy still glossy, my 4's still flossy My rocks real icey, I'm looking kinda bossy And feeling real saucy, it's time to get it crunk Now watch me pop it fly, just like I'm popping trunk The leader of the pack, the star of the show When Bun is in the building, you already know [Hook: Mannie Fresh] I'm fresh (I'm fresh), brand new (brand new) Everytime, that I come through Hoe look at my wrist (my wrist), my neck (my neck) I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe I'm the man (I'm the man), he's a whimp (he's a whimp) If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp Dope boy shoes, big rings And only bad bitches say my name, hoe [Bun B] Bitch you wanna roll with a pimp, then have it on your mind It's all about this bread, so you gon have to grind I gotta stay on shine, so you know what that means You gotta hit that track, and bring me back that green Cause daddy need his ice, and daddy need his chain We gotta keep it G, so rec' him as the game A hoe need a pimp, a pimp need a hoe And tricks need us both, so let's go get that do' In case you didn't know, I haven't been told But pussy on the corner, and it's as good as sold It's tricks on the prowl, so stay out on that stroll Cause I'ma sell your cot, and you gon sell your soul My pimping way too cold, but it's gon keep me warm With minks up on my back, and rocks up in my charm So bitch ring the alarm, and tell 'em I've arrived The greatest ever born, that's dead or alive [Hook] [Bun B] Bitch you know that Rap-A-Lot's the click, and UGK's the fam It's middle fingers up, cause we don't give a damn Them Caddy do's slam, that top gon drop Them 4's gon tip, them blades gon chop Them deuces get chunked, them screens gon fall It's Southside holding, so we gon ball And slabs gon crawl, them 3's gon swang That woman gon shine, that trunk go bang And underground king, from P.A.T I miss my dog, so free Pimp C And I'ma hold it down, and rep for my team To keep us on the map, so he can get that green I work the triple beam, electronic scale Even a baby bottle, whatever get that mail So Mannie please tell em, the motherfucking real Why Bun coulda be, so motherfucking trill [Hook - 2x] |
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