I'm Fresh feat. Mannie Fresh

I say General, ladies and bad ass out of control babies

It's the return, of the bad ass perm pimp ya heard

Ya boy Fr-Fre-Fre-Fresh, Fre-Fre-Fre-Fre-Fresh

Fr-Fre-Fre-Fr-Fre-Fresh, ay

[Bun B]

Bitch it's the king of the trill, I'm top of the line

My paint is on drip, my rims is on shine

My butter seats reclined, cherry oak is grip

With swisha sweets to blow, and purple rain to sip

Now straight up off the rip, I'm letting boys know

I've never been a bitch, don't plan to be a hoe

So if you got some plex, you better keep it low

I bring it to your chest, soon as you hit the do'

You know me as a pro, respect me as a vet

I put it down befo', you ain't seen nothing yet

My candy still glossy, my 4's still flossy

My rocks real icey, I'm looking kinda bossy

And feeling real saucy, it's time to get it crunk

Now watch me pop it fly, just like I'm popping trunk

The leader of the pack, the star of the show

When Bun is in the building, you already know

[Hook: Mannie Fresh]

I'm fresh (I'm fresh), brand new (brand new)

Everytime, that I come through

Hoe look at my wrist (my wrist), my neck (my neck)

I just bust me a fat ass check, hoe

I'm the man (I'm the man), he's a whimp (he's a whimp)

If you wanna get ahead, get a pimp

Dope boy shoes, big rings

And only bad bitches say my name, hoe

[Bun B]

Bitch you wanna roll with a pimp, then have it on your mind

It's all about this bread, so you gon have to grind

I gotta stay on shine, so you know what that means

You gotta hit that track, and bring me back that green

Cause daddy need his ice, and daddy need his chain

We gotta keep it G, so rec' him as the game

A hoe need a pimp, a pimp need a hoe

And tricks need us both, so let's go get that do'

In case you didn't know, I haven't been told

But pussy on the corner, and it's as good as sold

It's tricks on the prowl, so stay out on that stroll

Cause I'ma sell your cot, and you gon sell your soul

My pimping way too cold, but it's gon keep me warm

With minks up on my back, and rocks up in my charm

So bitch ring the alarm, and tell 'em I've arrived

The greatest ever born, that's dead or alive

[Hook]

[Bun B]

Bitch you know that Rap-A-Lot's the click, and UGK's the fam

It's middle fingers up, cause we don't give a damn

Them Caddy do's slam, that top gon drop

Them 4's gon tip, them blades gon chop

Them deuces get chunked, them screens gon fall

It's Southside holding, so we gon ball

And slabs gon crawl, them 3's gon swang

That woman gon shine, that trunk go bang

And underground king, from P.A.T

I miss my dog, so free Pimp C

And I'ma hold it down, and rep for my team

To keep us on the map, so he can get that green

I work the triple beam, electronic scale

Even a baby bottle, whatever get that mail

So Mannie please tell em, the motherfucking real

Why Bun coulda be, so motherfucking trill

[Hook - 2x]