Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fresher Than Ever , by - Young Money. Release date: 31.12.2013
Song language: English
Fresher Than Ever |
| Yea, man we came from the bottom |
| Stunna told me get these niggas so I got em! |
| Man these women treat you different when you popping |
| Well I ain’t tripping i’m just tryna get inside em |
| Deep Sea Diving |
| And i’m just happy that a nigga made it |
| And i’m able to put food on my kitchen table |
| Life is crazy, I remember I ain’t have shit |
| Now i’m in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick |
| Gotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga |
| Stand up nigga; |
| i will never run nigga |
| God as my witness, ima be the one nigga |
| Shock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga |
| 10 killers can’t amount to this one nigga |
| I never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga |
| Momma told em kill em with my music slowly |
| The game over, and ima cross over like Kobe |
| Now get it nigga! |
| Yea, Number 1 in that field nigga |
| We out there shining and trappin |
| Just know it’s real out there, so be real out there |
| Stacks on top of stacks |
| Bitches, whips, floss, gettin in puttin it in nigga |
| Swerve on a hater like, «fuck your life» |
| Just out of spite, if that’s your girl then I’mma fuck her twice |
| We ain’t from here, if you ain’t known better tuck your ice |
| I’ll put a brick on your head, consider that your price |
| If its about money, you can count me in |
| I’ll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to 10 |
| End up missing fuckin with Millz, never found again |
| Rappers thinks they nice |
| Congrats, they must have found my pen |
| Shit is real I take it to the heart now |
| I never gave a fuck so why start now? |
| You boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now |
| Fuck what you drive, just know you will get parked now |
| Millzy in this bitch, and now i’m on the top now |
| I used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now |
| What I rap I live it, What I make I flip it |
| Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it |
| Young Money! |
| Yea, where I from nigga even killas get killed |
| Just the life boy, the bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet |
| But at the end of the day its all about that money nigga |
| Ball baby ball, you understand me? |
| From 100 to 1000 nigga yea from a mill to these mills man |
| Okay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap |
| Table full of coke who say two mountains never meet |
| Glock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift |
| Bandanna tied 'round my head on my Pac shit |
| Watch em run and yell bitch nigga tuck your tail |
| Click-Clack (BAH! BAH!) throw the Glock in the canal |
| You know young’n keep it real so you gotta respect him |
| All my niggas kill for me they so overprotective |
| And what’s up with these rappers I ain’t feeling these niggas |
| Had a talk with Birdman he told me «kill these lil bitches» |
| Man they can’t fuck wit me |
| I hope they second guess |
| Nigga you ain’t raw |
| Like dope that’s re compressed |
| I’ll kick in your fuckin door everybody in your house die |
| You better stay in line |
| Or chalk you out, now you outlined |
| Try to show his ass, fucked around and got assed out |
| Rich Gang bitch but I do this for the have-nots |
| Uh, man fuck these niggas |
| When I strike i’m sparing everything but these niggas |
| Got a fresh pair of jays |
| All gold shades |
| Rapping like the boss, lookin and i’m tryna get a raise |
| But bitch i’m the boss so a nigga gettin paid |
| Customized life, I got it made |
| Boy you know my chicks is like speakers |
| 12's and 15's with mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha) |
| Fuck twitter nigga in real life nobody follows ya |
| Ya momma should’ve swallowed ya |
| Ya daddy ain’t proud of ya |
| Them niggas that you with ain’t got ya back ya crew frontin |
| Bunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin |
| The coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin |
| If I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin |
| Young Mack my driver but i’m Captain Phillips niggas |
| I’m in the water like a pirate |
| You gassed i’m a hybrid |
| Uh, i get cougars in my granddaddy shirt |
| And get my weed off my family tree that’s granddaddy purp |
| You get found under the? |
| in the trunk by the bazooka |
| I’m on the side of the road just like a state trooper |
| I run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa |
| Better have some weed in that bitch if you pass me that hookah |
| I need the cover of the Forbes before i leave my corpse |
| Streets say that i’m abusive, I always whip the Porsche |
| You ain’t in the streets you just jumped off the porch |
| You’s a sidewalk nigga |
| For that side talk nigga |
| I’ll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark nigga |
| And tonight i’m in the six i left the five parked nigga |
| I smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look Asian |
| Bitch I ball hard |
| Sugar-Slim my sports agent |
| Young Paul George |
| I’m Indiana Pacing |
| Surging with that yappa i’ll give ya ass a facelift |
| We the ones to fear though |
| Strong like the Chapperos |
| Allergic to normal, certified weirdos |
| Niggas online be like «FUCK YOU! |
| «I be like ditto |
| I’m coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo |
| Hungry Hungry Hippo |
| Don’t cha' be greedy |
| I get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy |
| With Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired |
| It’s Young Money the Rise of a fucking Empire |
| I’m Gone |
| Yea, you understand me? |
| Lil Young Money killers |
| Cash Money gangstas |
| Slice a nigga up and put em in the freezer |
| Big money over here boy, you understand me? |
| From the turf puttin in work |
| Ocean City view nigga |
| It’s real out’chea boy |
| I see you my nigga, Uptown we in this bitch |
| Yea, holla at me boy |
| Fresher Than Ever nigga x3 |