Lyrics:
Naaah, dis kid can't be from canada? !!
Chorus [maestro fresh wes & showbiz]
We make it for the wild, we make it for the ruff
We make it for
with me partner I'm a check yo ass
I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag
[Verse 1:]
That rolls royce seem to be them hoes choice
They love
I'm not losing you
Catch me floatin' circles in my fishbowl
Keep things fresh
She said that I should change my clothes
I exaggerate the life we
My girl got a girlfriend
See 'em in a pearl Benz
Passin' by ya, sittin' higher
Flyin' then what yours is
My girl got a girlfriend
And we be bringin'
Fresh off the jet, I'm looking fresh Can't nobody tell me I'm not the best
Just like LeBron, I give out assists Checks looking like a beautiful mess
I'm ill as advertised
I'm ill as advertised
What you see, is what you get
I deliver it fresh
I'm ill as advertised
I'm ill as advertised
What you
Lately I been on the lane switch
No money, Not speaking my language
Hop out the whip, so fresh'n so clean
Big timer wit money i'm dangerous
Lately I
Know I'm fresh as fuck got her looking at my draws
Saying wack shit yeah
Evil empire is the gang
Told you that I hate you so I wrote it on a stall
ain't even worthy
Girl built like a stallion race in Kentucky Derby
I don't work no more retired super stupid early
Man these nigga jocking my fresh I'm
"Hurb, my man, just make me fresh
And I'm sure that I can handle all the rest"
With a snap of his fingers sparks began to shoot
And I was tough
She got booty by the bundle ass drop like a fumble
Bitch I'm in the jungles like an ape causing trouble
All I do is hustle till I start seeing double
You'll go tell you so frail
I'm hard from my scar to my toenails i ball
(Eyeball) , no scale, and never took no L's
You tried your hardest to be a
Artist
don't crease or fold
My spirits on fire used to be so cold
Brand new word to redeem the old
It's a brand new love with some brand new goals
I'm living
holla 'Boosie'
this life a nigga livin
like I'm starring in a movie
fresh out the jacuzzi
a little powder on my chest
got thirty on my neck
turkey mell
(CHORUS)
I'm HOT NIGGA ITS MY TURN I wouldn't TOUCH ME 'cause MY HAND
MY BURN,I'm COLD you ALREADY KNOW you CAN GO BY WAT you HEARD
DEPENDING ON WAT
got good vision rudeboy listen
Don't fuck about
There'll be a rude boy missing
When the goons start fishing i'm a LON kid
I got the hood snakes hissing
high!
On LIFE I’m alive and I thank God!
I SAY AH! ‘Cause I know I’m blessed—AH!
I lift my hands to the sky and I SAY AH!
Take a breath of fresh air
Lace up and I'm out the door
Head clears , when I take a walk
Looking up and I see blue skies
Fresh air yeah it just feels right
Lace up and I'm out
the swipe
Watch out for the evil eye
Mayele I'm moving
Smart all the time
I got my main man waiting inside
Don't be bait and get there by five
Atm boy
Yeah
about
They open the stage and I'm shutting it down
Uh
10 years I been trying to get it
By myself, ain't nobody visit
No alliance to no politician
They be
the dope without the triple beam (Whoa, whoa)
Always stayin' fresh, I'm on my Listerine (Yeah)
I'm straight up outta city where you'll get stretched like
to bites
I'm a down-to-earth nigga with intentions that's right
You'll be down in earth quicker if you diss me tonight
But I'll be the happiest if you
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
motherfucker, yeah, that's what I do (who that is? Oh, that's Slime)
I'm fresh as fuck and how 'bout you? And I'm icy too (iced the fuck out)
And I know these
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