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FRESHIE Lyrics by Kid Cudi Kid Cudi
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Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo
Ayy, ayo, ayy
Ayy, before we even get started
You ugly motherfuckers ain't finna be mocking me while I'm on motherfucking stage
Like straight the fuck up
I ain't gon' lie
My nigga Cudi been fresh since days been turning to nights
This nigga been fresh since baselines was breaking hearts
Fresher than anybody made in America
Matter of fact, intergalactic fresh
DJ Drama
Know I'm fresh in the night and I'm doin' shrooms
Can't tell a nigga nothin' when I'm in the room
See I ball, fuck 'em all 'til you get it dude
And I beat the 'oochie up, get up in the womb
It's a new damn day, feel him comin' soon
And they call for a nigga, I'm controllin' the millions
All from the the ceilin', when we ragin' we winnin'
Wait, wait, hol'-hol'-hol'-hold on, wait a minute
Shit, Cudi fyou better get these niggas
This is boss dawg 'til I'm all gone
Serving business, get your ticket, tell 'em, 'Come on'
All my niggas with me, can't save 'em, boy
Can't blame 'em, when I'm doin' what I'm doin'
I don't give a fuck 'bout a punk talkin' shit
I'm the illest nigga in it, finna jump up from the top
We ain't here to chomp, finna step up when I walk
I'm the realest nigga rippin' 'cause a nigga say so
Man, some dumb bucks never get it
Dumb buck stuck, never livin'
Ridin', pullin' up, it begins, loud truck on a bitch
Bump, bump, I'm stuck, keep it hidden
And she wanna leave, I let the girl leave
Make 'em feel the pain when I bleed, when I bleed
Yeah, I'm just a WZRD, boy, tricks up my sleeve
Give a brother double O even when I leave
Yeah, bitch, the cleanest motherfucker up on the scene
Never ever seen a nigga quite like me
Take it on the roof when the vibe too low
Gotta roll the blunts but I'm downin' the roll
And I'm all day, stars neon red
Nails manicured, got a neon head
She tryna talk deep, forgot what she said
Got a bad yellowbone and she in my bed
I'm just a king livin' dreams come true
I'm winnin' and I been in it, make her cream, don't gotta say I wanna
When I pull up on the roof, get the scoop, uh-huh
It's the one on, get on down
Rollin' with my nigga Dot and we ragin' out
With a bitch, pulled a couple knots
And we know what we got, I'm hot
Sucker niggas think it's love, but I tell that boy, 'No it's not'
Can't stop 'cause they know you, fool
Been doin' what you're gonna do, and I'm pretty too
Goin' hard 'til I'm in the tomb
Gotta move like I'm runnin' on my last day, I'm super smooth
And them demons hatin', yeah, they on me
Boss, can you hear 'em? Give alarm when you see 'em
Girl runnin' 'til the endin', I'm fuckin' spinnin'
I'm pourin' up a side of liquor, and then I did it
Asked the Lord, the Lord to pass the phone
Now prai-prai-prai-praise the God
I'm straight drippin' there's the boy
Keep your guards up, back-back, help the boy
They say I'm singin'
Just a nigga livin' with some stress
Off this bubbly and back red
Another nice room, swervin' on that fat ass
Return of the Mac, I'll rip that
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Dot, what up?
You know, maybe if you made some changes in your life
Think positively, get you some motor
You could be fresh too
Know I'm fresh in the night and I'm doin' shrooms
Can't tell a nigga nothin' when I'm in the room
See I ball, fuck 'em all 'til you get it dude
And I beat the 'oochie up, get up in the womb
It's a new damn day, feel him comin' soon
And they call for a nigga, I'm controllin' the millions
All from the the ceilin', when we ragin' we winnin'
Wait, wait, hol'-hol'-hol'-hold on, wait a minute
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