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phone ring - freshie lyrics

[intro]
dirty boy fresh but he so clean
pull up, i’m letting the door swing

[chorus]
dirty boy fresh but he so clean
pull up, i’m letting the door swing
smoking on green, i got protein
empty the clip yeah, the whole thing
double my cup, sipping codeine
my b*tch she bad, she so mean
that money come in when the phone ring
ball on these n*ggas like home team
counting up money, that n*gga got no green
that b*tch she don’t know what “no” mean
sipping it like i got no spleen
double my cup, i need more lean
we show the love to the [?]
geeked the f*ck up, i pop four beans
choppa on me got a whole beam
ain’t f*ck with 12 since like fourteen
foreign coupe it got like four screens
you know that’s every hoe dreams
pulling up to the whole scene
n*ggas asking “what are those jeans?”
[verse 1]
smoke gas yeah, we blow steam
diamonds shine, he got no bling
all this ice like it’s no cream
i got d*ck to make the hoe scream
f*cked a bad b*tch from the philippines
got a model chick from the magazines
yeah that money stretching like a limousine
making rap money, got h*lla streams
real trap n*gga, i got h*lla schemes
vv diamonds, you can see the gleam
n*ggas hate me, tryna intervene
money and the drugs, i’m right in between
real*life, i don’t need a thing
rather make money, not a mean
dirty boy yeah he too extreme
that n*gga broke, it’s not what it seem

[chorus]
dirty boy fresh but he so clean
pull up, i’m letting the door swing
smoking on green, i got protein
empty the clip yeah, the whole thing
double my cup, sipping codeine
my b*tch she bad, she so mean
that money come in when the phone ring
ball on these n*ggas like home team
counting up money, that n*gga got no green
that b*tch she don’t know what “no” mean
sipping it like i got no spleen
double my cup, i need more lean
we show the love to the [?]
geeked the f*ck up, i pop four beans
choppa on me got a whole beam
ain’t f*ck with 12 since like fourteen
foreign coupe it got like four screens
you know that’s every hoe dreams
pulling up to the whole scene
n*ggas asking “what are those jeans?”
[verse 2]
choppa my hip yeah we sticking together
freshie too fly like a motherhf*cking feather
put dirt in my cup then i mix it together
i’m sipping on medicine, feel a lil better
i had to cut that hoe ’cause that b*tch, you ain’t act right
i put a scope on my choppa like [?] sight
diamonds they shining yo eye like a motherf*cking flashlight

[outro]
i’m on it
i’m on it
i’m on it
i’m on it
i’m on it
i’m on it
i’m on it
yeah lil dirty, he dirty, you know what i’m on
when i count up the * hold on
when i count up the money can’t talk on the phone
she say i look good but the money too grown

- freshie lyrics

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