WILL.I.AM

WILL.I.AM - Freshy lyrics

rate me

Fly kicks, fly wear, fly gear, fly chair

Fly swag, fly bag, fly niggas that ain’t fly shit

Your chick, she know, for real, she know

King tuck motherfucker, I’m go, icy, stay cold

This car right here I made, I made

I am, I am, I stay paid

You didn’t know? Now you do

Motherfucker like me stay cool

Iglu, iglu, iglu, cool

Big willy, stay chilly

My money so funny, is silly

Look at you, look at me

Look at these, nigga please

What’s this in my pocket?

This not if I lie

Big dollar, big dollar, paper guap

[Hook]

What’s that? Oh this? Freshy freshy

Freshy freshy, yep

What’s that? Oh this? This here?

Freshy freshy

Come and look at this nigga only here with

High price my clothes, over prices my hoes

New hoes, no fisc, make account, lot of chips

Get brain your bitch, she loves swallowin kids

Going broke ain’t an option

If I want it I’ma have it

Hundred k, that’s nothing

Everybody talking money

Talking chips, that’s done

Start the car, push button

Get trippy pop pills

White girls, snow cold

I do it for the cash, for the drugs, not a hoe

Nigga safe when I swerve past

Get a bad bitch with a burkin bag

With a drug habit, just roll the hash

In the strip club throwing cash

In here trapped out, money machine go beep

In here racked out, counting bands off in my sleep

[Hook]

What’s that? Oh this? Freshy freshy

Freshy freshy, yep

What’s that? Oh this? This here?

Freshy freshy

Come and look at this nigga only here with

Hot wheels be hot, may what? Maybach

Bu what? Bugatti

Masa who? Maseratti

My chick got body, it shakes like jelly

Big tit, big booty, no belly

Big tit, big booty, no belly

My swag, my style, supreme, dope

So slick, so fresh, so clean, soaked

My boat, my plane, no more cocaine

Don’t sniff, that nigga idea is deep

My brain, I’m smart

This nigga right here gonn start

Big bizz, big bizz, gonna do it big like roll this

Mikey, mikey, mikey mouse

Montana big old house, no niggas sleepin on my couch

[Hook]

What’s that? Oh this? Freshy freshy

Freshy freshy, yep

What’s that? Oh this? This here?

Freshy freshy

Come and look at this nigga only here with

Vuiton, Christian, Louis Vuiton, red bottom

All colors, all types I got em

I study, I bought them

I rock, I wear, that shit you won

Peace on, peace on, peace on laurent

Your style be old, play out baggy

My style new shit, way out swaying

Freshy, yep, expensive, yep

I’ma but me a jumbo het

Least set to the new york hets

Ballin, ballin, ballin big

Shot callin, shot callin, shot callin

What’s that? Oh that?

Oh, that the number plat

Platinum, platinum, platinum plax

I let you hold some stacks

You gotta pay em up bad

Go buy you a couple cadillacs

Ball hard motherfucker, be black

[Hook]

What’s that? Oh this? Freshy freshy

Freshy freshy, yep

What’s that? Oh this? This here?

Freshy freshy

You see this shit,

This shit freshy, freshy, freshy

Freshy freshy

I’m fresh, I’m fresh, I’m fresh to death.

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Anonymous
Friday 19th of April 2013 19:37
that line that ends in laurent is Yves Saint (Laurent): "Yves Sant, Yves Sant, Yves Sant...Laurent"