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I see you boy, da bi da bi da di du
I hear you boy, eh da bi da be
I see you boy, da bi da bi da di du
Love it then come and get it
I know that you're fucking with it
You see me, you like it, huh?
Heels Givenchy, huh?
Love it then play it back
Plus, where the 40 at?
I'm fucking with Kid Creole
On top of my fifty mill
He eating the cake, killa
He on it, but don't kill her
My jewelers are diamond rollers
My rock . . . chinchilla!
Some more rug fun
I'm rolling like rock stars
Got fifty motherfuckers in my watch
With my pants down
Shh out the runway
Fresh out, fresh out the runway
Fresh, fresh out the runway
F-f-fresh out the runway
Bitch, I'm fresh out the runway
I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh out, fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
F-f-fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out - hold up!
Venus, I'm out at coast
My bitches don't know
Fuck with her
My designer trip to the fucking floor
I be out in that
They like them in on them honey stuffs
Monas are rolling loudies
And my bitches sold Bugatti
Bodies'll do, cotties'll do what the fuck you want
I bet you niggas gonna be like, "Bitch, this my fucking song"
How could you be so hood but you so fucking pop?
How could you be so fun and sound like you selling rocks?
What's in the ching? Dollars.
What's in my chain? Dollars.
All of the big dollars got change for small dollars
Everything plain dollars, I was in the back line
I'm standing in the bank line
You throwing up the gang sign
Fresh out the runway
Fresh out, fresh out the runway
Fresh, fresh out the runway
F-f-fresh out the runway
Bitch, I'm fresh out the runway
I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh out, fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
F-f-fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out - hold up!
I see you boy, da bi da bi da di du
I hear you boy, du du du du da bi da bi da di du
I bet you want to know what my crew about
You really want to know how we get down
Walk up in this bitch like we own this ho
Own this ho, like we own this ho
I bet you want to know what I'm all about
You really want to know how I get down
Walk up in this bitch like I own the ho
I own the ho, uh
Fresh out the runway
Fresh out, fresh out the runway
Fresh, fresh out the runway
F-f-fresh out the runway
Bitch, I'm fresh out the runway
I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh out, fresh out the runway
Fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh
Fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
F-f-fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out - hold up!
Be
I see you boy, da bi da bi da di du
I hear you boy, du du du du da bi da bi da di du
I hear you boy, eh da bi da be
I see you boy, da bi da bi da di du
I know that you're fucking with it
You see me, you like it, huh?
Heels Givenchy, huh?
Plus, where the 40 at?
I'm fucking with Kid Creole
On top of my fifty mill
He on it, but don't kill her
My jewelers are diamond rollers
My rock . . . chinchilla!
I'm rolling like rock stars
Got fifty motherfuckers in my watch
With my pants down
Fresh out, fresh out the runway
Fresh, fresh out the runway
F-f-fresh out the runway
I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh out, fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out - hold up!
My bitches don't know
Fuck with her
My designer trip to the fucking floor
They like them in on them honey stuffs
Monas are rolling loudies
And my bitches sold Bugatti
I bet you niggas gonna be like, "Bitch, this my fucking song"
How could you be so hood but you so fucking pop?
How could you be so fun and sound like you selling rocks?
What's in my chain? Dollars.
All of the big dollars got change for small dollars
Everything plain dollars, I was in the back line
I'm standing in the bank line
You throwing up the gang sign
Fresh out, fresh out the runway
Fresh, fresh out the runway
F-f-fresh out the runway
I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh out, fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out - hold up!
I hear you boy, du du du du da bi da bi da di du
You really want to know how we get down
Walk up in this bitch like we own this ho
Own this ho, like we own this ho
You really want to know how I get down
Walk up in this bitch like I own the ho
I own the ho, uh
Fresh out, fresh out the runway
Fresh, fresh out the runway
F-f-fresh out the runway
I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh out, fresh out the runway
Fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out the runway
Fresh, I'm fresh out - hold up!
I see you boy, da bi da bi da di du
I hear you boy, du du du du da bi da bi da di du
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