Lyrics:
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It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kickin' her out (ayy)
Patty cake, patty cake, microwave (microwave)
Suckas make
you walk
Baby I like the way you talk
Tell you something I really can't hide
Heaven must have send you to be by my side
Fresh and lovely (Fresh) like
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
what?)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kickin' her out (ayy)
Patty cake, patty cake, microwave (microwave)
Suckas make
Nice to meet you, I'm Joe
Tro, that's the name that I go
By
I'm lookin fresh, yeah I'm so
Fly
Have to look fresh when I'm
5'5"
5'6" on a good day
taught to be a man and stamp it
Bitch I flip it
Get your own nigga keep it pimpin' nigga
These rappers dying errywhere
By the Gun or their fake Career
I
fresh fresh fresh like a peppermint
(I’m fresher than you! Aye)
She liking that freaky shit
I just might hit the bitch
It might get intimate
(She a freaky
I got ninety nine problems and they all b****es
Wish I was Jigga man, carefree living
But I'm not Shawn or Martin Louie
I'm the Cleveland n****
Fresh to death how I look I'ma ten
Fuck it up had to run up them ends
Mix the logo that shit finna blend
Fresh to death mean I'm fresh till the end
and pay the rent
Professional crackslanger I serve fiends
I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans
But nowadays I be too smart for
next
Ladies in my DM's think I'm fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh
I ain't even need a Blue Check, check, check, check
cnd all my fans be like Xhaos, how can I
The number one independent rapper in the world!
Tech N9ne!
I am what? Fresh out of fucks!
Fed up with everything I'm cynical than I ever been
going dumb like she on blow
International like UFO
I'm a Jacka like Joe Blow
I'm Messy Marv like Fillmore
Get free bands like Future
In the Tesla
Well I'm a John Reuben from the land or corn
Columbus, Ohio that's where I was born in
By mom Kathleen on January 14
1979 I entered the scene lookin'
I got ninety nine problems and they all b****es
Wish I was Jigga man, carefree living
But I'm not Shawn or Martin Louie
I'm the Cleveland n****
Iraq
Rolling up cookie it calm my nerves and keep my mind on track
Verse 5
Must be getting old now I can't trust a soul
Hustle by myself trying to live
I'm fresh to death, I'm in the zone.
I checked my head, but no one's home.
The mood is right, the party is on.
Looks like tonight, I'll be drinking
uyabona baby you should know
I got my party bag party bag (yeah I got my party bag)
Yeah I'm packing something fresh something fresh (yeah I'm packing
and pay the rent
Professional crackslanger I serve fiends
I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans
But nowadays I be too smart for
got money so I'm actin' different
Did it by my lonely, so I never listen
Stay callin' my phone, this lil' bitch, she trippin'
Just leave me alone,
too fast
Ass too fine to be movin too fast (hol' up!)
Back to the thuggin, now I'm sippin sizzurp
All my niggaz love it, baby that's my wizzerd
wit my niggas we all fresh
Look,
It go down in my town ain’t no cappin bout it
Life a movie
We just actin out in
I’m from the era you ain’t live it
character flaws will keep me from perfection, so I'm selected
By omnipotent, unanimous, First Team All-Disciple, navigatin' life cycles wit a...
(hook)
Fresh
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