Jermaine Dupri - Fresh lyrics

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Jermaine Dupri - Fresh lyrics

Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'? Y'all n***as been poppin' an awful lot of sh** For a while now, talking all that sh** Like y'all motherf**ers got so much Motherf**in' personality and sh** All of y'all poppin' all that fly sh** Tryin' to dis n***as and all that Bullsh**, know what I'm sayin'? But you know deep down I your motherf**in' hearts Y'all n***as is booms Compared to this n***a named Slick Rick You know that sh**, you been knew that sh** Y'all motherf**ers been knew that motherf**er Might come back and kick ya'll, motherf**in' a** 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, sh**, fart You motherf**ers 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 sh** 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 f** 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 a** going?" To the studio, I told her frontin' Unless you wanna take it in the cooler or sumpin' For real and that sh** 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 f** the full out the b**h 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 b**h, 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 f** 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 a** 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 b**h, 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 b**h, I'm fresh like a million bucks

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