Young Yo - Fresh to d**h lyrics

[Intro: Frenchie] Uh huh Frenchie I make them say... So Icey Entertainment [Chorus: Frenchie] I make them say "Ooh... I need to be fresh like that" Fresh to d**h, fresh to d**h Fresh to d**h, fresh to d**h I make them say "I... wanna be fresh like that" Fresh to d**h, fresh to d**h Fresh to d**h, fresh to d**h [Verse 1: Frenchie] I got them like, "Ooh... I like that, I like that" My pants match my shoes and it's like that, it's like that Gucci told me keep on working, maybe there'll be better days That's why I ball like Scottie Pippen and he's my MJ Power pack working hard, I can set a hour back Diamonds in my bird, got the whole hood proud of that Wes Craven, Frenchie Krueger, Nightmare on Brick Street I'm in a different world, counting my Benjis Hopped out my Benz, G, diamonds like ice cream Yellow and something green, they shining like [?] This is the movie, snitch, f** all that fugazy sh** I'm a 80's baby, b**h, I'm not here to cater sh** [Chorus: Frenchie]- I make them say "Ooh... I need to be fresh like that" Fresh to d**h, fresh to d**h Fresh to d**h, fresh to d**h I make them say "I... wanna be fresh like that" Fresh to d**h, fresh to d**h Fresh to d**h, fresh to d**h [Verse 2: Young Yo] Ah... it's like that How I leave [?] Mall and I'm coming right back Yo, Lil Meta and Frenchie k**ing like three Freddy Kruegers Stab his arm, break his leg, pull the pistol, then I'll shoot Hopped out, if they still [?], big-face them hundreds, they coming [?] be in samples, guaranteed I'll have your nose running I'm working up out of the building, trapping early in the dungeon Beijing and Belgium, then London, Arkansas, Texas, then Compton AK-47, M16s, and them rocket launchers Banging 'round them hood n***as, goons that are 'bout it Nightmare, nightmare, when I pull out all my j**elry Freddy Krueger versus Jason [Chorus: Frenchie] I make them say "Ooh... I need to be fresh like that" Fresh to d**h, fresh to d**h Fresh to d**h, fresh to d**h I make them say "I... wanna be fresh like that" Fresh to d**h, fresh to d**h Fresh to d**h, fresh to d**h [Verse 3: Lil Meta] Stupid chains on my neck, the dope boys just cut the check I feel like I'm the hottest, if you want, take it as disrespect I done earned my props like a urn on my top Fresh to d**h like I was in the coffin, Frenchie closed the top I'm in Florida, going crazy and they sold gra** Lil Meta, he ball fast like: "Give me all of that" Fort Lauderdale at Saks, Neiman Marcus spending racks Gone off that loud pack, Halloween crazy swag Aquafina teal-made Michael Myers knife your b**h and Now I don't even feel bad DBT, I built that My chain is like a pumpkin, Halloween yams Now my trap bunking, Frenchie, Young Yo, and Meta [Chorus: Frenchie] I make them say "Ooh... I need to be fresh like that" Fresh to d**h, fresh to d**h Fresh to d**h, fresh to d**h I make them say "I... wanna be fresh like that" Fresh to d**h, fresh to d**h Fresh to d**h, fresh to d**h