Cory Gunz - Mr. Fresh lyrics

1,2 buckle my shoe, unlaced ears, lil mama what it do (what u mean?) What it do to fit you on those jeans, On your thighs so tight its like your hips cant breathe Im in the spot with my wrist on freeze N a couple of thugs with a grip on squeeze Pair of champs on, I get my limp on like I get my pimp on play you just bench warm Summertime my louis flips on Before I make u wana get ur tip on U said lil ron'names his own He keeps it fly, I dont knw wat ur mans on See I less see once we get our benz on U step on my nikes ices with ur chin zone Im in this game just tryin to get my friends on And all you blockers get defended Now yall you tell me.. Is the fitted low? YES Money low? NO Ice Bright? BRIGHT Kicks tight? 4 SHO Game tight? 4 SHO Haters see me? YES Never none less lil homie just call me Mr. Fresh Just call me MR. FRESH (4x) They like why u gotta be so fly? Homie I got it from the street no lie Between me n u shorty I see bare sheets It must be in opposite the dead sleep See me pull up in the red jeep See me hop out with the red sneaks See me pull up in the blue coup Rims match the kicks blue boots See me pull up in some green clean Prob rockin a pair of mean greens But you dont know I get green seems The US prob in the same dream Heavy glin I make my limousines lean Aint no 1 ons we known to intervien But I swear if I looked u in the face Itll b like I took a picture in ur face Or rather like Tyson hit u in the face U waitin to take my sh** now this a taste Now yall you tell me.. Is the fitted low? YES Money low? NO Ice Bright? BRIGHT Kicks tight? 4 SHO Game tight? 4 SHO Haters see me? YES Never none less lil homie just call me Mr. Fresh Just call me MR. FRESH (4x) You wanna know what im about? paper The way u put your money let ya mouth make-up I make ya lil mama shell break-up Im just a lil fresh spouse taker ya sleepin on me homie better wake up ya girl just spotted me comin outta jacob her thoughts are probably that i got my cake up my wieghts up i aint gotta play tough pimpin thats just how im livin' chill in spots u wich u could live in sippin' spinnin' women linen we grindin' shinin' gripin' winnin' names exchanged digits are givin' slackin my mack nim slippin' my pimin' gonna splurge like this sh** is tradition motha herbs got the chips Now yall you tell me.. Is the fitted low? YES Money low? NO Ice Bright? BRIGHT Kicks tight? 4 SHO Game tight? 4 SHO Haters see me? YES Never none less lil homie just call me Mr. Fresh Just call me MR. FRESH (4x)