Lyrics:
Freak shit she get me rock hard
Let's run it back we need a fresh start
Blinded by the headlights I can't see just where I'm going
Tryna keep my head
fast)
Let them all by the miniature clothes
I suppose I can dress
To impress these hoes
Gator shoes
Fresh gashed from head to toe
Only wearin in
Crusty boots in the corner of the closet by the tackle box
Once proud shining silver buckles safe behind the normalcy locks
Baubles and bangles
who said you was just a whore?
Where you walk, love, I kiss the floor
We fresh outta the Met Gala, express power
Exude the essence of best-dressed
possessions we are humans
We like to be wined and dined by candle light
Not being cooped up in the house
Trying to be held up tight
So Jazzy Jeff and Fresh
of a sudden it starts gettin' warm
The trees and the grass start lookin' fresh
And the sun and sky be lookin' their best
Birds be singin', flowers be
my soul cause I’d be so greasy.
Like a fresh magnum, screaming girl please me.
This is war grab your boots get loaded up
My soldier just like DNA we
your meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by ya
(Shoom!)
That's me the nightrider
Dressed in all black with the gat in
Picture myself a old man a OG
Some niggas will conversate with lairs
All day time pass
(Nah lemme start somethin' else)
Soul on ice death threats given by
like Stockton, Malone, Gotti, Capone
Niggas dressed like they copyin' hoes, papi, come on
Stop it, you know you not with the smoke, I get you loafed
chasin' dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05 though
Ridin' around, 10 Cam Newtons in the Tahoe
And when we touch down everybody catchin' spirals
Dressed in all
fucking head!"
With so much Drama in the D-E-T
It's kinda hard putting trimin's on my Christmas Tree
But, I some how, some way
Keep coming up with fresh ass
nigga, that's enough
Stop, look and listen, get back to your position
Kim got your dick hard, startin' fights in the yard
Hotter than a Pop Tart fresh
nigga, that's enough
Stop, look and listen, get back to your position
Kim got your dick hard, startin' fights in the yard
Hotter than a Pop Tart fresh
crucified
Jewelry on, fresh dressed
Model broads, excess
Phone calls, death threats
Tell me what's the next step
What's what?
Who's who?
Paranoid
Dressed in the same shit I wore yesterday
Yeah, it's still fresh, never flexed clichés
I never write a verse and repeat the same thing
'Cause
the fortune favors bold
So I’m dressed for the part although I’m..
Muddy as the dirt that I’m from, never been ashamed once
Well reminded by my blood to keep
number then you know I'm fuckin
Dressed in all black that's how my hittas
Coming (yeah)
Verse 2
Black gloves black skis with the black straps
Clip
She got me whipping the benz
I stole the key from a friend
She snorting the coke with her friends
clmost got caught by the feds
I'm smoking that
on my face
Dressed real fly and thats no lie
So fresh and so clean
Pretty girl ya know ya body mean
Yes you! Yes ya body mean
Drinks at the bar
Lights
IT
DRESSED UP LIKE A STUNNER
WITH A HEART AS SOFT AS A MASHMELLOW
ALL YOU GOTTA SAY IS HELLO
CHORUS
NEVER PLAY IT BY THE STREET RULES
ALL MY HATERS
to go and get it by myself
A lot of niggas left
I'm dressed for a night on the town, I'm in all black
Tryna hit big like a slugger with a ball bat
Headed
journey for true love
Took time to achieve it
It's still hard to believe it
An angel dressed as you fell from above
Oh, break it down
So far gone just by
touching a mill by the end of December
Eyy...
Bitch I'm dripping I jewels
We don't play by the rules
Why he capping for views
Put his ass on the news
Bitch
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