RIP (Fresh 2 Death)
Dariuss2x & Hotboyc
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Quarter ticket, half a ticket Whole mill, Holyfield (Go!) Get it how you fucking live I Ain't fucking Dr Phil (who ) Give a f*ck bout how you feel(bitch) Independent f*ck a deal (yea) F*ck it finna sign myself (yea) Rip stay fresh two death (Go!) Uh uh Fresh two death Call the paramedics Fresh two death Ooh I can't help it Fresh two death I know they can't stand it Fresh two death Coming thru you know how we do Shawty buss a move (yea yea) Off the juice Off the chain know the dogs loose (Let's Go) Forty-two, mixed with the goose Shawty off the wall (off the wall) Get them racks off the dribble, call it basketball How we come thru, dunk In like Tim (like Tim) Getting to the M's (M's) Feeling like I'm Meek nigga (meek) I f*ck on the first link You taking her out to eat (goofy) What the f*ck that mean (stupid) Shawty for the streets (bitch) Ninety-nine problems I keep it one Track-star how I run it Money keep on coming Having real motion You wouldn't understand me Do it for my family Ain't shit sweet like candy (Go!) Quarter ticket, half a ticket Whole mill, Holyfield Get it how you fucking live I Ain't fucking Dr Phil (who) Give a f*ck bout how you feel (bitch) Independent f*ck a deal F*ck it finna sign myself (yea) Rip Stay fresh two death (Go!) Uh uh Fresh two death Call the paramedics Fresh two death Ooh I can't help it Fresh two death I know they can't stand it Fresh two death (Look uh) I be fresh two death I be fresh as f*ck I'm by myself You need yo shooter help But I got this big glock right on my left Me and, Me and, gon step It's either yo ass get right or getting left We don't give a f*ck bout no diss, cuz we putting bullets on the shelf (Uh uh uh uh) Yea we getting to the load One hundred bands up on the way, whatever come in getting sold They gon think that we TLE because we getting truckloads I'm all up in the club dancing Check me out my diamonds froze Sometime these niggas hate, and sometimes they keep it real Some hoes just wanna f*ck, and some of em just wanna chill Ain't never been a duck, baby let's just be foreal Hollering bout yo other brother, well go get yo family then Quarter ticket, half a ticket Whole mill, Holyfield Get it how you fucking live I Ain't fucking Dr Phil (who ) Give a f*ck bout how you feel(bitch) Independent f*ck a deal F*ck it finna sign myself Rip stay fresh two death (Go!) Uh uh Fresh two death Call the paramedics Fresh two death Ooh I can't help it Fresh two death I know they can't stand it Fresh two death
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Written by: Christian Roots, Darius Fletcher
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