Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Photo Shoot Fresh, artist - Termanology. Date of issue: 08.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Photo Shoot Fresh |
| I’m fresh in the photos, Polos in the logo |
| If the show’s for a promo then it’s a no go |
| Fresh like a motherfucker clean in the Avatar |
| And my weed look like a salad bar |
| Red soles on the suede Pat Ewings |
| Give me a bird I’ll show you why it go two wings |
| Twenty-two pair of Js, I stay in Versace shades |
| Fendi suitcase, my closet look like a Dr. Js |
| Funny how I got ice on this hot bezel |
| Your shit cool but it ain’t Ralph level |
| Little Nautica boats all on the comforter |
| My new coat and my coke both from Colombia |
| I’m trying to get paid cause I got a true talent |
| And lift my bank account to a new balance |
| Let’s have a converse conversation |
| I’ma continue to clown, call it determination |
| Your imagination tells you you may be able to see me |
| But I’m Jordan and you D-League |
| And these ain’t out for three weeks |
| The neck breaker, the check maker, I’m so fresh |
| These porn stars and models hitting the text |
| Photo shoot fresh |
| Photo shoot fresh |
| I’m 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself |
| Fresh in my Guiseppes three quarter |
| Niggas hatin' on my whips like I’m the boss of the plantation |
| Gold famin', gold chainin' |
| Suede Kangol Dana Danin' |
| I’m M-1 aiming, fuck slaving over concrete paving |
| You lames is hoe saving while I’m point shaving |
| Gambling, hot money in the Caymens |
| Chick’ll bring a nigga a bitch say when |
| A-men, eh man do the knowledge of that |
| Three quarter million house I ain’t need college for that |
| Push the pedal on the Porsche, pop a bottle for that |
| Champagne on my dick, bitches swallowing that |
| Fresher than Dapper Dan, how the fuck is that possible |
| I’m fly but on land how the fuck is that logical |
| Being broke is a joke but ain’t shit comical |
| My down to my hair folicle |
| Tell the paparazzi pucker up and kiss my poochie |
| Always pick the Prada over Gucci |
| Photo bombing bitches like a general, salute me |
| Fresher than a summer rain, hot like a jacuzzi |
| Kept them wild kingdoms on the kicks |
| Yeah them supers had them suped up |
| Bucket hat low, don’t get karma looped up |
| Cooped up with a Jordan conoseur type |
| You the bottom of the jean dragging on the floor type |
| Now tell me, how you Tommy Hilfiger that |
| All these high tops on cop bitches still sick of that |
| They ain’t Gloria Vanderbuilt like me |
| Used to rock B.C.B. |
| jeans, heels with a tall white tee |
| Fuck a trendsetter, there’s really no comparing us |
| Came through crisp fresher than asparagus |
| Painted like a sketcher but need checks cause she knew better |
| Dutch been fresher than a fitted, I’m a New Era |