I'm Fresh Lyrics - Trill - Bun B

I say General, ladies and bad ass out of control babies 

It's the return, of the bad ass perm pimp ya heard 

Ya boy Fr-Fre-Fre-Fresh, Fre-Fre-Fre-Fre-Fresh 

Fr-Fre-Fre-Fr-Fre-Fresh, ay 

(Bun B) 

Bitch it's the king of the trill, I'm top of the line 

My paint is on drip, my rims is on shine 

My butter seats reclined, cherry oak is grip 

With swisha sweets to blow, and purple rain to sip 

Now straight up off the rip, I'm letting boys know 

I've never been a bitch, 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 4'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 

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(Mannie Fresh) 

I'm fresh (I'm fresh), brand new (brand new) 

Everytime, that I come through 

Hoe look at my wrist (my wrist), my neck (my neck) 

I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe 

I'm the man (I'm the man), he's a whimp (he's a whimp) 

If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp 

Dope boy shoes, big rings 

And only bad bitches say my name, hoe 

(Bun B) 

Bitch 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 pussy 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 bitch ring the alarm, and tell 'em I've arrived 

The greatest ever born, that's dead or alive 

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(Bun B) 

Bitch 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 4'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 go bang 

And underground king, from P.A.T 

I miss my dog, so free Pimp C 

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 motherfucking real 

Why Bun coulda be, so motherfucking trill 

(- 2x)