Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Know I'm Fresh, artist - Fre$hDate of issue: 29.04.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
You Know I'm Fresh |
| I hear voices in my head sayin go and get the red, |
| I check niggas when I’m talking and I’m knwoing this the fact, |
| Slap drolling drip in red, from text us nice to meet you, |
| And everywhere I go, I can’t accept like a risa, |
| When they H town to that mill west |
| Ask around about the key fresh, |
| Gucci down when I get dressed, |
| They double cup like big breast, |
| I double up and at the invest, |
| Keep waiting on me like bench press, |
| I’m on the road since six-six |
| Only thing I feel is bench press, |
| Your main chick is my mistress, |
| That girl you love is my side hoe, |
| You wanna scrap I want to try though, |
| 'Cause them girls we’re clapping like… foe |
| Got the money stack is my mind hoe, |
| Yeah I think I’m big mitch, |
| Couple straps full of hallos, |
| In the AK women full like… beast |
| And that’s just to defend me, |
| I keep pockets full of plenty, |
| Anymore any wide nigga, yeah I’m a dollar like BMG |
| Is fresh gotta I’m like… |
| I’ma hold it down in this working tune, |
| Flow it harder than the 30 June |
| And them next to blow I know you heard the news nigga |
| You know I’m fresh |
| Nigga you know I’m fresh |
| Nigga you know I’m fresh |
| You know I’m fresh. |
| Is this the supreme team, that 80 L pimble one |
| Get round this spring town, that shit don’t come out till September |
| Right in 2012 and early 2011, you in in 2007 after extended inhabit, |
| You not the shit and you never be get so after part boy, |
| You’re not 500 degrees and you were not a hot boy, |
| I’m a true gladiator and none greater the faders |
| We them aids spading them paper so f*ck all you haters, |
| You better call after the… tell em they f*ck on the phone |
| I’m bout to pull out this big dogs and bark all your clothes, |
| Part night I’m harder than phone and my gangsta is dissed, |
| That money and that’s like a drid like the gangs in the hit line, |
| I’m four Nelson and the big foe at the same time |
| And no we ain’t all on the same grind hold me these lane line |
| They playin the same games, tryin to get where they fit it bullshit it |
| And thought you sleeping but you did it good… bitch. |
| You know I’m fresh |
| Nigga you know I’m fresh |
| Nigga you know I’m fresh |
| You know I’m fresh. |
| I’ma just call her hold me, 'cause it ain’t pour her, |
| I son lower got me looking like her… |
| A true hustler check the aura, since 2004 |
| I’ve been coming across the border, work up in this floor exploring, |
| Niggas getting out of order, tell em put em the best link, |
| Doing everything to risking, freshest wit pain, |
| Who cars bout what the next thing, go ahead and let em hit, |
| Check the resume respected like a wit, |
| Chevrolet I’m fresh from head to toe, |
| Chain hang to my testicles and serving got me all extra slow |
| The girl call me I just text the hoe, |
| She ready to go then I’m hittin the fam |
| And the flow so ridiculous man, |
| Young king of this punch lines, got more lighters than the InstaGram |
| Damn |