Intro
I got some very important shit for my man Fre$h to do
Why should I take you on to
I got the dope moves
You got what
I got stupid juice, I'll bust a stupid move
Yeah, dB FRE$H, you rocking with the best, from my hood to yours
Hook
Dough aint got no time to dance
I been getting to the money stashing stacks in my pants
(Stack It) I been getting to the money mane
I swear you better stay from out my lane
We leave the dancing to the bitches nigga
We just some young, fly, hood rich niggas
(Okay) Leave the dancing to the strippers
Unless you want females to tip us
Verse 1
Doughboy Fresh I ball a lil better, candy on my Lac to make the paint drip wetter
I get the cheddar chips with dip, 2-2-3 A R 1-5 if you ever want to trip
On Crips I was born, bred and raised in 3-1
Atlantic Ocean House, King of Diamonds I love to throw huns
My guys love to shoot guns, I swear they do it just for fun
Draco got Micky mouse ears how you gone run
Bitch aborted my son, so now my daughter get more then she need
Yo baby mama strip, I'll f*ck and throw her extra cheese
Tricking please, I trigger squeeze, and donate to communities
Annuities, Ammunities don't take much to get on her knees
Aint got to speak, Why, cuz the truth tell itself
In the game since 12 aint got to brag on my wealth
Aint got to say nobody else name, I do my own dirt
Keep playing I'll DumOut and wet your t-shirt
Verse 2
Now days these lil dudes move to fast
Got his whole team took down knew it would never last
My guys get the cash, fast life so trif
Out here on the grit sometimes I don't sleep at night
I don't be eating right and most these groupies gold dig
So I'm with my lil cuzz, cause he will never tell the pigs
I'm hitting licks, selling bricks and making music
The block hot, my Glock pop, get back I'm bout to loose it
Sometimes I do shit I pray never hit the light
I was 13 years old when I first got caught with white
Hell of a fight, the judge wanted Juve life
But I beat the case, you know my life a movie right
And yo girl do me right I'm like trigger trey
26 years lock down free lil Rey
And yo girl do me right I'm like trigger trey
26 years lock down free lil Rey
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dB FRE$H - Dance Lyrics
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Intro
I got some very important shit for my man Fre$h to do
Why should I take you on to
I got the dope moves
You got what
I got stupid juice, I'll bust a stupid move
Yeah, dB FRE$H, you rocking with the best, from my hood to yours
Hook
Dough aint got no time to dance
I been getting to the money stashing stacks in my pants
(Stack It) I been getting to the money mane
I swear you better stay from out my lane
We leave the dancing to the bitches nigga
We just some young, fly, hood rich niggas
(Okay) Leave the dancing to the strippers
Unless you want females to tip us
Verse 1
Doughboy Fresh I ball a lil better, candy on my Lac to make the paint drip wetter
I get the cheddar chips with dip, 2-2-3 A R 1-5 if you ever want to trip
On Crips I was born, bred and raised in 3-1
Atlantic Ocean House, King of Diamonds I love to throw huns
My guys love to shoot guns, I swear they do it just for fun
Draco got Micky mouse ears how you gone run
Bitch aborted my son, so now my daughter get more then she need
Yo baby mama strip, I'll f*ck and throw her extra cheese
Tricking please, I trigger squeeze, and donate to communities
Annuities, Ammunities don't take much to get on her knees
Aint got to speak, Why, cuz the truth tell itself
In the game since 12 aint got to brag on my wealth
Aint got to say nobody else name, I do my own dirt
Keep playing I'll DumOut and wet your t-shirt
Verse 2
Now days these lil dudes move to fast
Got his whole team took down knew it would never last
My guys get the cash, fast life so trif
Out here on the grit sometimes I don't sleep at night
I don't be eating right and most these groupies gold dig
So I'm with my lil cuzz, cause he will never tell the pigs
I'm hitting licks, selling bricks and making music
The block hot, my Glock pop, get back I'm bout to loose it
Sometimes I do shit I pray never hit the light
I was 13 years old when I first got caught with white
Hell of a fight, the judge wanted Juve life
But I beat the case, you know my life a movie right
And yo girl do me right I'm like trigger trey
26 years lock down free lil Rey
And yo girl do me right I'm like trigger trey
26 years lock down free lil Rey
I got some very important shit for my man Fre$h to do
Why should I take you on to
I got the dope moves
You got what
I got stupid juice, I'll bust a stupid move
Yeah, dB FRE$H, you rocking with the best, from my hood to yours
Hook
Dough aint got no time to dance
I been getting to the money stashing stacks in my pants
(Stack It) I been getting to the money mane
I swear you better stay from out my lane
We leave the dancing to the bitches nigga
We just some young, fly, hood rich niggas
(Okay) Leave the dancing to the strippers
Unless you want females to tip us
Verse 1
Doughboy Fresh I ball a lil better, candy on my Lac to make the paint drip wetter
I get the cheddar chips with dip, 2-2-3 A R 1-5 if you ever want to trip
On Crips I was born, bred and raised in 3-1
Atlantic Ocean House, King of Diamonds I love to throw huns
My guys love to shoot guns, I swear they do it just for fun
Draco got Micky mouse ears how you gone run
Bitch aborted my son, so now my daughter get more then she need
Yo baby mama strip, I'll f*ck and throw her extra cheese
Tricking please, I trigger squeeze, and donate to communities
Annuities, Ammunities don't take much to get on her knees
Aint got to speak, Why, cuz the truth tell itself
In the game since 12 aint got to brag on my wealth
Aint got to say nobody else name, I do my own dirt
Keep playing I'll DumOut and wet your t-shirt
Verse 2
Now days these lil dudes move to fast
Got his whole team took down knew it would never last
My guys get the cash, fast life so trif
Out here on the grit sometimes I don't sleep at night
I don't be eating right and most these groupies gold dig
So I'm with my lil cuzz, cause he will never tell the pigs
I'm hitting licks, selling bricks and making music
The block hot, my Glock pop, get back I'm bout to loose it
Sometimes I do shit I pray never hit the light
I was 13 years old when I first got caught with white
Hell of a fight, the judge wanted Juve life
But I beat the case, you know my life a movie right
And yo girl do me right I'm like trigger trey
26 years lock down free lil Rey
And yo girl do me right I'm like trigger trey
26 years lock down free lil Rey
Writer: JARRELL DEANDRE' CURNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave