Fresh
Album: Big Fish Small Pond
By: Konstant
By: Konstant
Duration
2:07
Genres
Description
This song is off my upcoming mix tape. I record on a $100 dollar USB mike in a shed in my grandpa's car so this is by no means a studio recording. I still do what I can. I've been rapping for about a year and this is my 6th song for the mix. Hope you enjoy!
Lyrics
Monkey in the middle bitch I hit em with the fiddle Cause the homie tried to dido get off my dick Sick when I spit, pick it up a little bit Got em breaking off like itty bitty peanut brittle bits Get out my way, Bout to get cray bought hair like sway Man we fresh, new pair of j's Dick in the game every day stacking lays Subway parfaits Goin in, Ain't no words for the zone I'm in Speak to the preach finding hope within Real motherfucka I don't pretend Know my name, spitting the flame in the booth Fuck with the truth, bitch I'm better you leave her wetter then you, blow me like a kazoo All y'all nice fools like dude how'd he get so smooth I am the man, if you got the bread than I got that ham Pass me the ball man I got that slam Toasting the fakes ladies spread like jam Do what I can, fuck what you can't Before she met me man that bitch was a saint Real dope spitter mad cause you ain't Never been coy, white boy, destroys going hard in the paint Dreams to big to restrain Step to the plate take it yard on a St. Paul Saint Gotta play your cards in this game Wake up everyday, right away and I hate your face Bang like a naval base Heres a little hint never sit where the tables placed Hanging in a fatal space Do what you love and your ass will never be replaced Life is more about what sweetest taste So Fuck it gon and buy those new Adidas And fuck a 9 to 5 man you don't need it Living in the sky man keep on dreaming Shouldn't need a reason, shouldn't have to tell you All i know is ya only live once I can tell your soft, oat meal for breakfast I'm on that captain crunch Spiking the punch, sit back and sip lemonade Look like a pimp cause she walk wit a gimp I'm like bitch get a grip she came limping my away Get me some shrimp and some tail for my cock, stop Where are we going, Drake on Degrassi, just keep rolling Sippin the HI-C smoking potent Strait to the bank with the flows I'm owning I was jonesin, but I feel better now Got em loud, man wreck em then I take a bow Swear to god raps the only thing I think about Except when I drop the kids off in her mouth Pussy dripping like a water spout Flying high like I'm captain kirk Fuck a passenger Throe the messenger to the curb Stick a dick in what you heard put in work like I'm Asap Ferg Bitch I'm the man, told you one time, now I told you again Dreams never sleep, I been working all week Fuck with me on the beach get a mouthful of sand Am who I am, shits never changed Bout to get my drank on Bitch lets rage Y'all wanna fight I'm already in the cage But I'd rather hug it out, turn that page
