(*talking*)
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I say General, ladies and bad ass out of control babies
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It's the return, of the bad ass perm pimp ya heard
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Ya boy Fr-Fre-Fre-Fresh, Fre-Fre-Fre-Fre-Fresh
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Fr-Fre-Fre-Fr-Fre-Fresh, ay
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[Bun B]
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Bitch it's the king of the trill, I'm top of the line
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My paint is on drip, my rims is on shine
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My butter seats reclined, cherry oak is grip
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With swisha sweets to blow, and purple rain to sip
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Now straight up off the rip, I'm letting boys know
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I've never been a bitch, don't plan to be a hoe
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So if you got some plex, you better keep it low
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I bring it to your chest, soon as you hit the do'
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You know me as a pro, respect me as a vet
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I put it down befo', you ain't seen nothing yet
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My candy still glossy, my 4's still flossy
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My rocks real icey, I'm looking kinda bossy
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And feeling real saucy, it's time to get it crunk
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Now watch me pop it fly, just like I'm popping trunk
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The leader of the pack, the star of the show
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When Bun is in the building, you already know
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[Hook: Mannie Fresh]
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I'm fresh (I'm fresh), brand new (brand new)
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Everytime, that I come through
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Hoe look at my wrist (my wrist), my neck (my neck)
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I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe
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I'm the man (I'm the man), he's a whimp (he's a whimp)
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If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp
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Dope boy shoes, big rings
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And only bad bitches say my name, hoe
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[Bun B]
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Bitch you wanna roll with a pimp, then have it on your mind
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It's all about this bread, so you gon have to grind
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I gotta stay on shine, so you know what that means
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You gotta hit that track, and bring me back that green
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Cause daddy need his ice, and daddy need his chain
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We gotta keep it G, so rec' him as the game
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A hoe need a pimp, a pimp need a hoe
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And tricks need us both, so let's go get that do'
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In case you didn't know, I haven't been told
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But pussy on the corner, and it's as good as sold
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It's tricks on the prowl, so stay out on that stroll
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Cause I'ma sell your cot, and you gon sell your soul
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My pimping way too cold, but it's gon keep me warm
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With minks up on my back, and rocks up in my charm
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So bitch ring the alarm, and tell 'em I've arrived
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The greatest ever born, that's dead or alive
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[Hook]
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[Bun B]
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Bitch you know that Rap-A-Lot's the click, and UGK's the fam
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It's middle fingers up, cause we don't give a damn
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Them Caddy do's slam, that top gon drop
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Them 4's gon tip, them blades gon chop
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Them deuces get chunked, them screens gon fall
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It's Southside holding, so we gon ball
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And slabs gon crawl, them 3's gon swang
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That woman gon shine, that trunk go bang
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And underground king, from P.A.T
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I miss my dog, so free Pimp C
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And I'ma hold it down, and rep for my team
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To keep us on the map, so he can get that green
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I work the triple beam, electronic scale
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Even a baby bottle, whatever get that mail
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So Mannie please tell em, the motherfucking real
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Why Bun coulda be, so motherfucking trill
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[Hook - 2x]
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I`m Fresh (Feat. Mannie Fresh)
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Bun B |