Dutch ReBelle - Photo Shoot Fresh lyrics

[Verse 1: Termanology] 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 motherf**er 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 sh** 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 p**n stars and models hitting the text [Hook: Dutch ReBelle] Photo shoot fresh Photo shoot fresh I'm 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself (x4) [Verse 2: Wais] Fresh in my Guiseppes three quarter [?] n***as 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, f** slaving over concrete paving You lames is hoe saving while I'm point shaving Gambling, hot money in the Caymens Chick'll bring a n***a a b**h 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, b**hes swallowing that Fresher than Dapper Dan, how the f** is that possible I'm fly but on land how the f** is that logical Being broke is a joke but ain't sh** comical My [?] down to my hair folicle [Hook] [Verse 3: Dutch ReBelle] Tell the paparazzi pucker up and kiss my poochie Always pick the Prada over Gucci Photo bombing b**hes 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 b**hes still sick of that They ain't Gloria Vanderbuilt like me Used to rock B.C.B. jeans, heels with a tall white tee f** 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 [Hook]