Bun B - I'm Fresh lyrics

I say gentlemen, ladies, bad a**, out of control babies It's the return of the bad a** perm pimp ya heard Ya boy Fr-Fr-Fresh, Fr-Fr-Fresh Fr-Fr-Fresh, ay b**h it's the king of the trill, I'm top of the line My paint is on drip, my rims is on shine My bu*ter seats reclined, cherry oak is grip With see to blow, and purple rain to sip Now straight up off the rip, I'm letting boys know I've never been a b**h, don't plan to be a hoe So if you got some plex, you better keep it low I bring it to your chest, soon as you hit the do' You know me as a pro, respect me as a vet I put it down befo', you ain't seen nothing yet My candy still glossy, my four's still flossy My rocks real icey, I'm looking kinda bossy And feeling real saucy, it's time to get it crunk Now watch me pop it fly, just like I'm popping trunk The leader of the pack, the star of the show When Bun is in the building, you already know I'm Fresh, brand new Every time, that I come through Hoe look at my wrist, my neck I just bust me a fat a** check, hoe I'm the man, he's a wimp If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp Dope boy shoes, big rings And only bad b**hes say my name, hoe b**h you wanna roll with a pimp, then have it on your mind It's all about this bread, so you gon' have to grind I gotta stay on shine, so you know what that means You gotta hit that track, and bring me back that green Cause daddy need his ice, and daddy need his chain We gotta keep it G, so rec' him as the game A hoe need a pimp, a pimp need a hoe And tricks need us both, so let's go get that do' In case you didn't know, I haven't been told But p**y on the corner, and it's as good as sold It's tricks on the prowl, so stay out on that stroll Cause I'ma sell your cot, and you gon' sell your soul My pimping way too cold, but it's gon' keep me warm With minks up on my back, and rocks up in my charm So b**h ring the alarm, and tell 'em I've arrived The greatest ever born, that's dead or alive I'm Fresh, brand new Every time, that I come through Hoe look at my wrist, my neck I just bust me a fat a** check, hoe I'm the man, he's a wimp If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp Dope boy shoes, big rings And only bad b**hes say my name, hoe b**h you know that Rap-A-Lot's the click, and UGK's the fam It's middle fingers up, 'cause we don't give a damn Them Caddy do's slam, that top gon' drop Them four's gon' tip, them blades gon' chop Them deuces get chunked, them screens gon' fall It's Southside holding, so we gon' ball And slabs gon' crawl, them 3's gon' swang That woman gon' shine, that trunk gon' bang And underground king, from P.A.T I miss my dog, so free Pimp see And I'ma hold it down, and rep for my team To keep us on the map, so he can get that green I work the triple beam, electronic scale Even a baby bottle, whatever get that mail So Mannie please tell 'em, the motherf**ing real Why Bun coulda be, so motherf**ing trill I'm Fresh, brand new Every time, that I come through Hoe look at my wrist, my neck I just bust me a fat a** check, hoe I'm the man, he's a wimp If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp Dope boy shoes, big rings And only bad b**hes say my name, hoe I'm Fresh, brand new Every time, that I come through Hoe look at my wrist, my neck I just bust me a fat a** check, hoe I'm the man, he's a wimp If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp Dope boy shoes, big rings And only bad b**hes say my name, hoe