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    What's up Fresh
    It's our turn baby

    Gator Boots
    With the pimped out
    Gucci suit
    Ain't got no job
    But I stay sharp
    Can't pay my rent
    Cause all my money's spent
    But that's OK
    Cause I'm still fly

    Gotcha car
    Play gems on shine
    Said it's mine
    Get a mink
    Baby girl lets ride
    You da Numba 1 stunna
    And we gonna glide
    And go straight
    To the mall
    And turn out the inside
    Prowler Gucci
    Full length leather
    Burbons cooler
    Coogi sweater
    Twenty inches
    Pop my feather
    The Bird man daddy
    I fly in any weather
    Alligator seats
    With the head in the
    Inside
    Swine on the dash
    G-Wagon so Fly
    Numba 1
    Don't tangle and twisle
    When it come to these cars
    I am that nigga
    The Gucci
    With the matching interior
    3 wheel ride
    Wwith the tire in the middle
    It's Fresh and stunna
    And we like brothers
    We shine like paint daddy
    This our summer

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    Gator Boots
    With the pimped out
    Gucci suit
    Ain't got no job
    But I stay sharp
    Can't pay my rent
    Cause all my money's spent
    But that's OK
    Ccause I'm still fly
    Got a quarter tank gas
    In my new E-class
    But that's alright
    Cause I'm gon' ride
    Got everything
    In my moma's name
    But I'm hood rich
    Da, dada, dada, da

    Have you ever seen
    The crocodile seats
    In the truck?
    Turn around and sit it down
    And let em' bite ya butt
    See
    The steering wheel is Fendi
    Dashboard Armani
    With Your baby momma playa
    Is where u can find me
    Pushing through the parking lot
    On 24's Cadillac Escalade
    With the chromed out nose
    With the navigation arrow
    Headed straight to your spot
    Where your wife really love me
    Cause the sex is so hot
    Put the Caddy up
    Start the 3 wheel Benz
    Hyper white lights
    Ultra violet lens
    Sumitomo tires
    And they gotta be run flat
    T.V. where the horn go
    Boy can you top that?
    I'ma show you some shit
    Rookie press that button
    The trunk went Eh-eh
    And all of a sudden
    4 15's didn't see no wire's
    And then I heard boom
    From the amplifiers

    Let me slide in the Benz
    with the fished out fins
    Impala Loud pipes
    Drinking that Hen
    It's the birdy birdy man
    I'll do it again
    In the Cadillac truck
    24's with 10's
    Looking at my Gucci
    It's about that time
    6 bad broads flying in at 9
    New Suburban truck
    With the porno showin'
    Up and down
    And up they go and
    Bodies on the Roadster Lexus
    You know
    With that hard top beamer
    Mommy that's your truck
    I'm coming up
    The hood been lovely
    New shoes on the whip
    And I wake up the bubbley
    430 lex with convertible top
    The rims keep spinning
    Every time I stop
    I got a superman Benz
    That I scored from shaq
    With a old school Caddy
    With a diamond in the back

    Gator Boots
    With the pimped out
    Gucci suit
    Ain't got no job
    But I stay sharp
    Can't pay my rent
    Cause all my money's spent
    But that's OK
    Ccause I'm still fly
    Got a quarter tank gas
    In my new E-class
    But that's alright
    Cause I'm gon' ride
    Got everything
    In my moma's name
    But I'm hood rich
    Da, dada, dada, da

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