Mr Bigz - You Ain't Fresh Like Me lyrics

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Mr Bigz - You Ain't Fresh Like Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Bigz] Like ayy, look who just stepped in the door You can tell by the aura I'm fresh from a tour Christian Dior from the neck to the floor So the swag's still dripping, check the sweat from the pores Ain't no need to check my wind sk**s The boy stay fresh like he slept in clingfilm Yeah, the mink's real, n***a, this is made to fit Kanye sh**, switching on my Taylor Swift We're doing Gs on the Visa D&G [?] like breezer with chiefer Ps are the feature, your eyes got silly clouds I shine bright, my eyes? Wizzy Wow I'm on my sky sh**, Bigz still bragging, fam Cause I do fly kicks sicker than Jackie Chan So casually there's no half-stepping I'm in another galaxy, go ask [?] [Hook: Wizzy Wow] I'm fresh, I'm fly Tints on my shades so you can't see my eyes Might see me on the road but I walk in the sky, float in the sky The sway's so stick, stay close to your wife Swooosh! You ain't fresh like me And none of you boys are fresh like me Swooosh! You ain't fresh like me And none of you boys are fresh like me [Verse 2: Wretch 32] Uh, look, you n***as ain't fresh like me I don't even do white tees, aged four got me in Y3s With stripes like these, I Dragonball the Z, bruh It's such a melody how the piano got the keys touched So if you got the balls, hit my wicket, blud Just becuh Ralph got me looking like a cricketer When you say you're gonna drop it out, I'mma pick it up When I drop bags, it ain't the type that needs zipping up The game's in my reach, my name on my sleeve Now I'm just tryna make Alexandra my queen I'll spend in a day a fortnight on two weeks Let me explain, it's pure hype, you'll see I must've been conceived in the sky, why? Becuh I was born fly, truthfully I'm forever getting mine Pinnochio nose, n***as never telling lies [Hook: Wizzy Wow] I'm fresh, I'm fly Tints on my shades so you can't see my eyes Might see me on the road but I walk in the sky, float in the sky The sway's so stick, stay close to your wife Swooosh! You ain't fresh like me And none of you boys are fresh like me Swooosh! You ain't fresh like me And none of you boys are fresh like me [Verse 3: Scorcher] I navigate, back awake Rucksack of papes, skywalk, gravitate, I bought One something I like, then went and got five more Something like Ronnie O'S with the white ball Fresh from the crep to the eyeball Splash, kinda like I leapt off a dive board Mother-f haters, I'mma get papers I'm a Specsaver, every day I ball You wanna war on the road and be a right fool? Just call me the coach, I make the right call Darg, it's all in the flow, I let the vibe talk Majors keep calling the phone, I tell em "try more" I tell em "come again proper" Cause I'm a trap n***a, double money getting shotta Before my gang rap, I was hustling for proper Bigz, tell them n***as in the bossa, cut 'em with the lopper [Hook: Wizzy Wow] I'm fresh, I'm fly Tints on my shades so you can't see my eyes Might see me on the road but I walk in the sky, float in the sky The sway's so stick, stay close to your wife Swooosh! You ain't fresh like me And none of you boys are fresh like me Swooosh! You ain't fresh like me And none of you boys are fresh like me