Lyrics

What's happenin' Haircut like a king should Gotta hit my tailor Yeah, you know what's good Double-breasted black suit Tie like olive wood And I, I be stuntin' like my daddy I be stuntin' like my daddy They call me J2 times Cause I've been doin' this with Pops Before Shedeur and Coach Prime But I'ma keep it GQ Cause you know how we do Cufflinks with the bow tie Smellin' good with the shoes Feelin' too fly Make me shuffle with my step Like I got my skates on Hit the right left Hit the right left Fresh to death Cause you know I'm really like that Cause I'm fresh to death When I step out You know I'm flyer than the rest Cause I'm fresh to death Learned from my dad So you know I don't miss Fresh to death Dress for press Fresh to death When I step out You know I'm flyer than the rest Aye, jig right to left Smooth with the slide With the skates, you can't step, ayy Groove If you wanna move, then move Smooth on the West Coast, we groove Roll with the gang Keep it in circle Slide in the ring Only first class I can't get any flyer You say I'm a lame We know you're a liar Mess with a boss You gon' find yourself fired You gon' get yourself fired Dim the lights They playin' my song Fresh outfit with the Rays on And if you feelin' good I'm not the only one Tell the DJ run it back Play the same song Cause I'm fresh to death When I step out You know I'm flyer than the rest Cause I'm fresh to death Learned from my dad So you know I don't miss Fresh to death Dress for press Fresh to death When I step out You know I'm flyer than the rest
Writer(s): Jon Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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