Fresh!

By CAIRO!

Released on June 27, 2020

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[Intro]

Yeah, ayy, okay

Yeah, yeah, like


[Pre-Chorus]

Ain't nobody as fresh as me

Who the best? That's me

Heard they stressed 'bout me

Got a lot of bitches comin' out they dress for me

Got a lot cheques that's coutin' up the racks on me


[Chorus]

Ain't nobody as fresh as me

Who the best? That's me

Why they stressed 'bout me?

They be out here lookin' like they wanna catch some beef

Motherfuckers out here sick they can't dress like me

Can't rap like me, can't walk like me

Can't talk like me, can't bop like me

Heard they sick the bitches wanna come fuck with me

I don't fuck with thotties, man, they can't touch on me


[Verse 1]

Ayy, unlikely that your ho is wifey material

Man, she out there triffilin'

Runnin' with some bitches and she gobble up dick

And I don't give a fuck, nah (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

I just thought that you should listen

'Cause you say that she a child of God

Last I heard, man, she was lettin' pastor hit it raw

See now I get it, why you always super mad?

Why you always on my ass?

Boy, you startin' to make me laugh now, haha, haha, hah


[Verse 2]

Okay I'm sorry, lil' nigga

But be I just gotta keep it hundred

And you the one who done started it gosh darnit, uh

I really doubt that you niggas is 'bout it, ayy

And I can't front you hate me 'cause I'm on it

Ayy, your bitch just farted in the crib

And it really stinks so I gotta kick her out

Thanks for the head and the top

But get out 'cause your breath stink

All in my bed like enough I need me a drink


[Bridge]

Pourin' up a Captain Morgan

When I'm bored with your whore

She tell me that you a'int fuckin' her unless you gon' pay for it

Yah, said you really borin', yah

And I'm really scorin', yah

She say I'm here makin' jokes like my names Jimmy Dore, yah

Truth is be out here doin' this lil' rap shit for fun, ayy

You be out here doin' all this bullshit for hunnids, ayy

I mean bitches, 'cause if you a'int do it then you get none

Ayy, these niggas broke, they got no funds I'll tell 'em like my son


[Chorus]

Ain't nobody as fresh as me

Who the best? That's me

Why they stressed 'bout me?

They be out here lookin' like they wanna catch some beef

Motherfuckers out here sick they can't dress like me

Can't rap like me, can't walk like me

Can't talk like me, can't bop like me

Heard they sick the bitches wanna come fuck with me

I don't fuck with thotties, man they can't touch on me (Ayy, ayy)