[Intro:]
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Yeah yeah,
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I'm fresh as fuck if you ask me,
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I got the homies with me!
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Hook: (x2)
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Now nigga that, now nigga that, now nigga that,
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Now nigga that's fashion!
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Now nigga that, now nigga that, now nigga that,
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Now nigga that's fashion!
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Now nigga that, now nigga that, now nigga that,
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Now nigga that's fashion!
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And I'm fresh as fuck if you ask me
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All gold and I'm flashy!
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Yo, Jeremy Skies said he's thirteen
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(Which one?)
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With the wings,
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But I'm fly like Jordan off that first string
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(Can't decide!)
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Call me fresh prince, with these flattop
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I'mma take you back (back)!
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Retros with that face to match (match)
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Take a risk when I lace the kicks
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Cause I walk on a cloud, call it cloud surfing,
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I'm the man out here (I'm the man out here)
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Shoe game clean, nigga ain't my game!
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Nigga nigga, you a fan out here (you a fan out here!)
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You're a fucking with a lame,
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Baby stand right here (right here, yeah!)
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Give it up to a new nigga,
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Kid ill, he a true spitter!
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Shoes with a' with a nice round ass,
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See what I'mma do with her, yeah, yeah!
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Let her get it, if she's back in two, aha
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Button up with a snapping clue (that's right!),
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Young nigga with a chest of taps,
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Get back, before I kick you with the Patrick '
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Can't stop and it won't stop,
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Give you wrap but you won't pop,
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It's a long shot, dirty nigga you have no style,
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Low key, in the wrong spot,
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Let the beat drop!
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Dree beats for the beep-bop, yeah
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Good weed, I'm on a tree clock, yeah
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I don't see hate, (I don't see hate)
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Make ways for the young boys
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Getting rich is a good day,
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Good god, I'm so fly, I don't need help!
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We making moves, wear your seat belt!
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Shit finna get real for the club,
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Cause I'm getting hella love,
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And I'm just getting my feet wet!
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Hook: (x2)
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Now nigga that, now nigga that, now nigga that,
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Now nigga that's fashion!
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Now nigga that, now nigga that, now nigga that,
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Now nigga that's fashion!
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Now nigga that, now nigga that, now nigga that,
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Now nigga that's fashion!
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And I'm fresh as fuck if you ask me
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All gold and I'm flashy!
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I'm fresh as fuck if you ask me,
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(All gold and I'm flashy)
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Come through wearing like 6 chains,
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Channel shit from the 70s,
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Your shit whack, your shit lame,
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I'm shitting all on the enemies!
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Dem double Cs, French shit,
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Rose gold piece, I'm a French bitch
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Gold so soft you can bend it,
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But this shit so heavy, I'm dented like,
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God damn!
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Got white gold, got goldie gold,
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Got 24 carat that's colby gold
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We're' kids, they know we're cold!
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Like oh, shit!
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You ain't no star, got no time
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You got no bars, you got no rhymes
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And you wearing shit I wore 09'!
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How you feel when you late as fuck?
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Copy my style, gonna scrape it up,
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I be feeling like a mily when I'm waking up,
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My main bitch, I ain't finished, ill shape you up (uh),
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You worry about looking like a ten
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You better worry about keeping it a hundred (a hundred)
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All those clothes don' really mean shit,
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Cause the weak hoes get no loving.
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Been fresh then a bitch, since 9th grade,
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Show you how to ball, in 9 ways
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The north side bitches be bad as fuck,
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Cooling in some Gs and nine grades
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Probably 80k on my fucking necklace,
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While the Gs are the Gs, nigga show me respect!
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Hook: (x2)
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Now nigga that, now nigga that, now nigga that,
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Now nigga that's fashion!
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Now nigga that, now nigga that, now nigga that,
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Now nigga that's fashion!
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Now nigga that, now nigga that, now nigga that,
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Now nigga that's fashion!
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And I'm fresh as fuck if you ask me
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All gold and I'm flashy!
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OK! Fresh as fuck, I need a lifestyle,
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Uh condoms, my lifestyle ain't common,
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Just let me school you like Mr. High tower.
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Higher then a Concord, yeah
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Pair high top, eleven's on
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Niggas know I'm a fashion killer,
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So you better have your weapon drawn!
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The best dressed that I bet on it,
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100k round my neck, golden
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Less friends with more money,
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Driving round like a crash dummy,
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Young city boy and i know it,
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As long as I can see the stands,
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I got these naked and famous hoes,
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Trying to get all in my pants (damn!)
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Fly up than Peter Pan, always in beast mo |