Sada Baby & Skilla Baby – Fresh ( Lyrics Letra ) Letra Sada Baby Sada Baby & Skilla Baby – Fresh ( Lyrics Letra )
Intro
Huh
I get fresh for no reason
I get fresh for no reason
I get—
Huh
Verse 1
I got gold
My shit rose
I got hoes
Louis clothes
Rollie on
That bitch froze
I got Gucci on
I’m at home
Throw my Louis on
Then I’m leavin’
Amiri on
From next season (Huh)
Chorus
I get fresh (I be clean)
For no reason (‘Miri jeans)
I get fresh (I be clean)
For no reason (New SB’s)
I get fresh (I be clean)
For no reason (Louboutins)
I get fresh (I be clean)
For no reason (My feet bleed)
I get fresh (Louis T)
For no reason (Nеw Supreme)
I get frеsh (Gucci sneaks)
For no reason (Boy, you clean)
Verse 2
I get fresh
Nike tech with two hunnid on my neck
Black ?, bout to get that station off of ?
I got bitches in here, ass shakin’ ‘cause I like to trip
A red bottom book bag, never wear no fanny pack
Bitch, this a one-on-one
Hm, somethin’ like I miss
Ho, you gon’ get one chance
Huh, you can’t try again
Uh, thousand dollar pens
Huh, thumbin’ through my bands
Huh, hunnid racks for that Rollie dancin’ off my hand
Huh, fresh for no reason, crispy every evening
Roll the windows down, up the ?, Escalade sleeves
Hit the road, I put scripts in her pussy, in her cleavage
You can’t scope shit on my size, coupe lookin’ like Darrelle Revis
I send nigga to hell easy
Shoot this ebony and he ain’t breathin’
I ain’t cappin’, I got Lil’ Cappy sittin’ outside with a desert eagle
Born in ’92, but I got 9-4 out here, I can eat
On the East side with my people
I might get dougie ?
Chorus
I get fresh (I be clean)
For no reason (‘Miri jeans)
I get fresh (I be clean)
For no reason (New SB’s)
I get fresh (I be clean)
For no reason (Louboutins)
I get fresh (I be clean)
For no reason (My feet bleed)
I get fresh (Louis T)
For no reason (New Supreme)
I get fresh (Gucci sneaks)
For no reason (Boy, you clean)
Verse 3
I wake up, put my clothes on
Just to get some balls on
Got my Prada jogger fit on
Just to take my hoes on
My new bitch say she like flowers
So I bought her rose gold
I can get fresher than my opps in my old clothes
I walk in the Louis store, like I need the one on hold
My opp walk in the studio, stomp him in my Air Force 1
I put on no ID, or for the days I used to peep ?
Prada shades on for fashion, they don’t even help me see more
Louis V, my whole fit, I got on a rose key
500-gram Cuban thang, bro look like a whole brick
Twenty bands in my pants, I look like a whole lick
Buffs look like some cocaine, I look like I sold it
They’re like Skilla, you got it on the mirror
I be like no shit
If you ain’t fresh, then start leavin’
I be fresh, for no reason
(Huh)
Chorus
I get fresh (I be clean)
For no reason (‘Miri jeans)
I get fresh (I be clean)
For no reason (New SB’s)
I get fresh (I be clean)
For no reason (Louboutins)
I get fresh (I be clean)
For no reason (My feet bleed)
I get fresh (Louis T)
For no reason (New Supreme)
I get fresh (Gucci sneaks)
For no reason (Boy, you clean)
(Huh)
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