Fresh Lyrics - Singles - Jermaine Dupri

Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'? 

Y'all niggas been poppin' an awful lot of shit 

For a while now, talking all that shit 

Like y'all motherfuckers got so much 

Motherfuckin' personality and shit 

All of y'all poppin' all that fly shit 

Tryin' to dis niggas and all that 

Bullshit, know what I'm sayin'? 

But you know deep down I your motherfuckin' hearts 

Y'all niggas is booms 

Compared to this nigga named Slick Rick 

You know that shit, you been knew that shit 

Y'all motherfuckers been knew that motherfucker 

Might come back and kick ya'll, motherfuckin' ass 

Yo, turn it up 

Yo, turn it up 

Y'all gotta turn it up 

Do like I do, ha, ha 

Ladies and gents, let the teacher start 

I am the greatest rapper, walk, talk, eat, shit, fart 

You motherfuckers can't see me 

Even with a patch on my eye, I'm dreamy 

All in the grill of the gruesome 

1, 2, 3, 7 diamonds on the twosome 

Schedule, I aim to be in Atlanta 

With the legendary Jermaine Dupri 

Uh huh, I'm more delicious than shit outta cook books 

See, I'll even make Salvation Army clothes 

Look good, you know? That divine, so fine 

Don't even wear the same underwear 2 times 

JD, not the one to fuck around with 

Heard ya got the whole entire state locked down, kid 

That's right, so don't ask us who the best? 

From the North to the South, to the East to the West 

We're fresh, dressed like a million bucks 

Still worn the bally shoes and the fly green socks 

We're fresh, dressed like a million bucks 

Still worn the bally soda, dada, soda socks 

Come on, kids, Jermaine Dupri a wiz 

Walkin' down the street, you know mindin' my own biz 

My man girlfriend started actin' like she hoein' 

"Hey JD, where your fine ass going?" 

To the studio, I told her frontin' 

Unless you wanna take it in the cooler or sumpin' 

For real and that shit ain't a fact? 

She said that, she would meet me at my house around 10 

Not to mention, a nice tender body 

10 o'clock, here came the red beau hotty 

My man girl told totally deceptive 

Still I try to fuck the full out the bitch rectum 

See, the woman so shady, talkin' bout actin' like she upped 

And offed JD, now she wanna kiss and caress 'cause 

I left a couple of bite marks on the hun's, breasts 

I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks 

Still worn the Bally shoes and the fly green socks 

I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks 

Still worn the Bally soda, dada, soda socks 

I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks 

Still worn the bally shoes and the fly green socks 

Bitch, I'm fresh like a million bucks 

Still worn the bally soda, dada, soda socks 

When the doubt falls, my door they knock up on 

Designers even ask me, what they need to stock up on 

Why the fuck did ya like to done pest us? 

When the tag team ya hearin' is untouchable, peasant? 

Slick, Jermaine Dupri back as the fat trackers 

We'll diarrhea up on your black ass 

Babies jump out the carriage 

Could even fix the Hillary and Clinton marriage 

Charisma now felt to the point that I could even 

Make lesbians melt, models bookin' at me 

Could even make her grandmother catch an orgasm 

Lookin' at me, it's kinda outlandish, Rastas even say 

"What kind fine young man dis?" 

So don't put me to the test 

From the North, from the South, to the East, to the West 

We're fresh, dressed like a million bucks 

Still worn the bally shoes and the fly green socks 

I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks 

Still worn the bally soda, dada, soda socks 

I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks 

Still worn the bally shoes and the fly green socks 

Bitch, I'm fresh, fresh like a million bucks 

Still worn the bally soda, dada, soda socks 

I'm fresh like a million bucks 

Still worn the bally shoes and the fly green socks 

I'm fresh like a million bucks 

Still worn the bally soda, dada, soda socks 

I'm fresh like a million bucks 

Still worn the bally shoes and the fly green socks 

Bitch, I'm fresh like a million bucks