Lil Baby - Dead Fresh (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Baby - Dead Fresh (en) Lyrics
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Okay, I'm dead fresh,
Carlton (Dead fresh)
Bottega cardigan (Yeah), Virgin
Mary flower scent
Yeah, I pull up fresh as hell (Yeah),
every one of us got M's (M-M)
Bitch talkin' 'bout send Zelle (Yeah),
ho, get out my ear (Bitch)
Money coming in, I put
my nanny in Chanel
Made it out the slum, I got my
granny pushing a Maybach
If I lose it all, is you gon'
hold it down for real?
Hold up, hold up, this beat
came from Pharrell (Yeah)
First of all, I am not a trick
Lil' bitty bitch, but I'll boss you up
I like when she post a picture
in some shit I bought
for her (I bought that)
Pack out, rock out shows around
the globe, I got my
offers up (I want that)
Fashion shows want me front row, I'm
bringin' my coffee cup (Excuse mе)
Tryna make all my greats outweigh
my goods, I hopе my
heart don't bust (Bust)
You look better with my skin, your
boyfriend's an eyesore (Ew)
Really came from nothing (Yeah)
Living in a hotel with my sisters
and my mama (Thuggin')
First Black man to do it where I'm
from, I'm like Obama now (No cap)
Motorcade through traffic
when I'm in the town
Dope-boy swag forever, I went
Evisus off the Pelle (Pelle)
I got diamond songs, rock Air Force
1s, earrings like Nelly
She had tried to play, I hit her biggest
opp, I'm petty (I'm petty)
Country boy, I got four hundred
bands inside a Chevy
I'm dead fresh, Carlton (Dead fresh)
Four-four-two, geek up the motor,
this a old school summer (Skrrt)
Inside looking like some crème
brûlée, the leather
soft as butter (Butter)
Raise my right hand up to God
and tell a lie and tell your
honor ('Bout my brother)
I got rich, but every day I wake
up looking for a come up
Louis Vuitton don, jacket
cost a dub, yeah
Don Julio (Yeah), turnin'
up the club (Yeah)
I done cut her off, she's tryna pop
out with a scrub (She crazy)
I'm putting on that stuff, yeah,
Chrome Heart on the Uggs (Yeah)
I invest my money in the streets
and watch it double
Million for the lawyer fees, don't
care 'bout getting in trouble
I been that, fine shit in my section
I be making my watches match
my car, I'm really flexing
I'm steppin', I'm
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