Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fresh Off the Lot, artist - Twista.
Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fresh Off the Lot |
Shit it’s five in the morning |
New whip, new bitch where the phone and |
I just got me a new whip with the finger beach wood kit |
Hit a big head later Mr. Lease Split Wig |
Fucked around nigga 15, I spend |
22's with the shoes, five T.V.'s |
Playstation with that DVD |
Smoked out tent no need to see me |
Unless I’m creeping up on you in black and 3-D |
Laying my stunt get down |
Like a Westside clown is supposed to, smoking bi-coastal |
A nigga got connections in the game because I’m old school |
Lay down, let chop change now, we |
Double up the money so we can paint the town |
And grab hoes down like rebounds |
And let em shake that ass while I crank the sound |
See I’m fresh off the lot in a brand new drop |
Glistness screaming fuck the cops |
I got four bitches that’s about to pop |
With dro smoke coming out top |
When you fresh off the lot in a brand new drop |
You got some binning grinning hit some blocks |
Spend the club hit the club like I’m always popped |
Now it’s time to see some asses drop |
What’s popping, drop the top and let’s see what’s cracking |
Look it’s Saturday nights on Madison |
After that imagine what happens since I’m blasting |
And he hits the action I’m mashing and henny mixed in the passion |
Got me dipping in and out of traffic |
On point for them blue lights flashing |
Two nice scratching now hotels |
On crunk so drunk I’m bout to go fell |
Oh well, hit the lick and sto' for more bail |
Followed by a gang of hoes and bout to go now |
Twista say he got a spot where the dro sell |
Liffy say we gotta stop 'fore we go bail, yeah |
Let’s ride but only if you party hoe |
When the door, know you sexy working that body yo |
I know you in love with a thug nigga, get you buy your drinks |
Take pictures inside the club with you, grab your girls and let’s roll |
Now I just pulled out the lot up in a hard top |
Standing on chrome footage that is on my block |
This rich nigga behind me who was in a drop top ride was trying to clown |
Eyes bucked when he saw my shit dro back and drop down |
I could drop the top off of anything, but I be surgical |
Leave the dealership in a convertible that’ll murder you |
Heard a few hoes hollered at me when I blast |
I love em stand up in the backseat, pop that ass |
Put them titties on the glass when y’all lay up on the hood |
All up in the hood, after I left silly where I hood |
Got some leather interior all my rides got chrome |
Pac song, cause my b-hees come up with the top gone |
In the winter time, I might spend some g’s on a fur |
At the Spring Bling holla at her please run through my hair |
Sporty hummer for summer if I crash the motherfucker |
I just throw it in the gutter, and go buy another |