Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Fresh, artist - Bun B.
Date of issue: 04.10.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I'm Fresh |
I say gentlemen, 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 |
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 ho |
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 (I'm fresh), brand new (brand new) |
Everytime, that I come through |
Ho look at my wrist (my wrist), my neck (my neck) |
I just bust me a fat ass check, ho |
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, ho |
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 ho need a pimp, a pimp need a ho |
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’mma 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 |
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’mma 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 |