Song | I'm Fresh |
Artist | Bun B |
Album | Trill |
作曲 : Freeman, Joseph, Thomas | |
I say gentlemen, ladies, bad ass, out of control babies | |
It's the return of the bad ass perm pimp ya heard | |
Ya boy Fr- | |
Fr-Fresh, | |
Fr-Fr-Fresh | |
Fr-Fr-Fresh, ay | |
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 C 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 | |
I'm Fresh, brand new | |
Every time, that | |
I come through | |
Hoe look at my wrist, my neck | |
I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe | |
I'm the man, he's a wimp | |
If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp | |
Dope boy shoes, big rings | |
And only bad bitches say my name, hoe | |
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 | |
I'm Fresh, brand new | |
Every time, that | |
I come through | |
Hoe look at my wrist, my neck | |
I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe | |
I'm the man, he's a wimp | |
If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp | |
Dope boy shoes, big rings | |
And only bad bitches say my name, hoe | |
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 gon' bang | |
And underground king, from | |
P.A.TI miss my dog, so free | |
Pimp CAnd | |
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 | |
I'm Fresh, brand new | |
Every time, that | |
I come through | |
Hoe look at my wrist, my neck | |
I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe | |
I'm the man, he's a wimp | |
If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp | |
Dope boy shoes, big rings | |
And only bad bitches say my name, hoe | |
I'm Fresh, brand new | |
Every time, that | |
I come through | |
Hoe look at my wrist, my neck | |
I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe | |
I'm the man, he's a wimp | |
If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp | |
Dope boy shoes, big rings | |
And only bad bitches say my name, hoe |
zuò qǔ : Freeman, Joseph, Thomas | |
I say gentlemen, ladies, bad ass, out of control babies | |
It' s the return of the bad ass perm pimp ya heard | |
Ya boy Fr | |
FrFresh, | |
FrFrFresh | |
FrFrFresh, ay | |
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 C 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 | |
I' m Fresh, brand new | |
Every time, that | |
I come through | |
Hoe look at my wrist, my neck | |
I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe | |
I' m the man, he' s a wimp | |
If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp | |
Dope boy shoes, big rings | |
And only bad bitches say my name, hoe | |
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 | |
I' m Fresh, brand new | |
Every time, that | |
I come through | |
Hoe look at my wrist, my neck | |
I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe | |
I' m the man, he' s a wimp | |
If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp | |
Dope boy shoes, big rings | |
And only bad bitches say my name, hoe | |
Bitch you know that | |
RapALot' 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 gon' bang | |
And underground king, from | |
P. A. TI miss my dog, so free | |
Pimp CAnd | |
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 | |
I' m Fresh, brand new | |
Every time, that | |
I come through | |
Hoe look at my wrist, my neck | |
I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe | |
I' m the man, he' s a wimp | |
If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp | |
Dope boy shoes, big rings | |
And only bad bitches say my name, hoe | |
I' m Fresh, brand new | |
Every time, that | |
I come through | |
Hoe look at my wrist, my neck | |
I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe | |
I' m the man, he' s a wimp | |
If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp | |
Dope boy shoes, big rings | |
And only bad bitches say my name, hoe |