Trina - So Fresh (Featuring Plies) lyrics

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Trina - So Fresh (Featuring Plies) lyrics

Unusual suspect But I know these n***as Jim Johnson, Big D Ey, dis Trina and Plies, Slip-N-Slide thang I'm in here wit The Baddest b**h Ey, Trina, take care these hoes 'cause I got these n***as My steering wheel wood and my wheel's chrome Can't pay these n***as to leave me alone I'm so fresh, I'm so fresh I gotta pocket full of money and my teeth glitter Sum 'bout bein' a trill a** n***a I'm so fresh, I'm so fresh Paint candy, racin' scribs Crush dem b**hes, off the rip I don't think you really wanna mess with me Test me and eventually See me speedin', cops don't see 'em f** 'em and feed 'em, wouldn't wanna be 'em I ain't scared of ya'll, I ain't no regular broad, I ain't scared at all Like bone crusher I'll crush your bones When I come through strong with my big, big brone Ride spinners like three six do Let me do me, n***a, you do you s** this clit till my sh** turn blue Put a b**h to sleep, wake me up when you through I'ma get dress, so fresh lookin' new And it's back to the Chevy or the cab for you Chuck and Deuce, switchin' lanes Ridin' dat donk and sittin' on things You ain't never met a b**h like me And your b**h ain't never ride a dick like me Check the paint, watch the feet Inches twenty-six is deep Candy drippin' on the street b**h I'm ridin' BIG My steering wheel wood and my wheel's chrome Can't pay these n***as to leave me alone I'm so fresh, I'm so fresh I gotta pocket full of money and my teeth glitter Sum 'bout bein' a trill a** n***a I'm so fresh, I'm so fresh Ain't too many n***as like me, I'm from a rare breed I walk it like I talk it, was raised by a G You ain't suppose to like me dog 'cause I'm what you wanna be From top to bottom being trill is something that's in me It's a helluva feelin' to know that you hundred percent a real, n***a I been out here gettin' money since I was a lil' n***a I'm loved by these hoes, respected by these k**ers It took years of thuggin' to get to this point, n***a I don't know if you know how it feels to walk around with stacks I been broke and came up and I ain't going back 'Cause money get you friends, choppers get you respect Respect out here in these streets, I got a lot of that My steering wheel wood and my wheel's chrome Can't pay these n***as to leave me alone I'm so fresh, I'm so fresh I gotta pocket full of money and my teeth glitter Sum 'bout bein' a trill a** n***a I'm so fresh, I'm so fresh My steering wheel wood and my wheel's chrome Can't pay these n***as to leave me alone I'm so fresh, I'm so fresh I gotta pocket full of money and my teeth glitter Sum 'bout bein' a trill a** n***a I'm so fresh, I'm so fresh

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