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Fresh
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Fresh was released on September 20, 2011 by Riggd Up as a part of the album The Illustrious
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Release DateSeptember 20, 2011
LabelRiggd Up
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM88

Credits

Lyrics

Patent leather Pradas and my b-boy stance
Armani black tee with my dick in my hands
All the ladies jockin', lookin' for romance
But I just wanna do it like the Nike brand
Girly say I'm fly, say she like my style
Plus I got the best dressed Myspace profile
I asked her her name, she said Shante
Like the real Roxanne but it's spelled a different way
So we dilly-dally, drank a shot of Aly
She took me to the car to smoke Cali
She had a white general that was so impressive
It had gold trim and gold BBS's
Baby, she was bad in a major way
But I just needed love like LL Cool J
And I was on my game so I could not miss
She had on 54-11's and it went like this
I was funky fresh, she was ice cold
We was at the club, so you know how it goes
The DJ, he was cuttin', mixin' up the jams
So I had to grab the mic so she would know who I am
Comin' to the mic
You got your boy, STS, Sugar Tone Slim
All the way from Atlanta, Georgia
Y'all give it up, let's go
Hell nah, dog, they don't know me
It's all broads in the Cadillac, say OG
The whole squad got battle raps plus hot heat
Now we can either spit it at you or just ride to the beat
It's that deep, concrete like the definition of what's street
You in the wrong lane thinkin' you cuttin' off Mimi
Four-wheelin' and concealin' somethin' that'll get you crumpin'
Got your wires criss-crossed, what I toss'll get you jumpin'
Slumpin' in your big toys, thought y'all was big boys
What happened with the beef, huh? Did the shit spoil?
Now **** call but don't strike, got a lot of life
And you don't fight, your best bet's to go right, aight?
STS flow better than I dress
Blow sess when I'm stressed, if I did it, won't confess
Put the bullshit to rest and get the cops off the block
We post bail, roll a L, and get back to hip-hop
I was funky fresh, she was ice cold
We was at the club, so you know how it goes
The DJ, he was cuttin', mixin' up the jams
So I had to grab the mic so she would know who I am
So I took her to the bar and started blowin' my snaps
Henny got her loose, now she runnin' the trap
Baby, she was with it, I was down to kick it
Wrote me down her address followed by the digits
Grabbed my starter jacket from the chain cold girl
Hopped up in the Caddy bumpin' Ready for the World
Cruisin' down the avenue, puffin' my Jane
One fly **** drivin' hoes insane
Pulled up to the house about a quarter to two
She was lookin' fresh and I was feelin' brand new
Set me on the bed, started rubbin' my back
Lit me up an L, told me try to relax
You dealin' with a mack, girl, I'm cool as a fan
And that's when she went and put my mic in her hand
We did it like this, we did it like that
I beat it up so bad she thought I had a whipple tan
I was funky fresh, she was ice cold
We was at the club, so you know how it goes
The DJ, he was cuttin', mixin' up the jams
So I had to grab the mic so she would know who I am
I was funky fresh, she was ice cold
We was at the club, so you know how it goes
The DJ, he was cuttin', mixin' up the jams
So I had to grab the mic so she would know who I am
Yeah, STS, baby
Southwest Atlanta
I do this every day, man
I was funky fresh, she was ice cold
We was at the club, so you know how it goes
The DJ, he was cuttin', mixin' up the jams
Written by: Antonio Randolph, Kelvin Mcconnell
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