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freshito - where dat shit at lyrics

[chorus]
freshie where the weed at
freshie where the lean at
freshie where the xans at
freshie where the bands at
freshie where the licks at
freshie where my b-tch at
y’all ain’t understand that
b-tch i am the man flat

freshie where the weed at
freshie where the lean at
freshie where the licks at
freshie where my b-tch at
freshie where the xans at
freshie where the bands at
y’all ain’t understand that
b-tch i am the man flat

[verse one]
first off
f-ck up out my phone with all that hot sh-t
if i do not know you ain’t no way that you could cop sh-t
i ain’t throwing deals if you ain’t got it you ain’t shopping
unless i’m pulling up cuz i’m wit yo b-tch getting top and
she ain’t close to stopping
got her panties sopping
i call shortie lip gloss , she see xannies and she popping
hollup
b-tch i think i wanna switch the flow up
got more bread than doughnuts
colder than derozan
you can catch me anywhere the weed is h-lla potent
got some sh-t up in my trunk hope i don’t get pulled over
running laps around these n-gg-s something like cordova
filling these cups two by two got me feeling like noah
everywhere we go b-tches geeking to say they know us
no matter where you go everybody asking “who bro was?”
swear to god i’m more raw than f-cking without no trojan
my phone go off i don’t read it n-gg-s already knowing

[chorus]

[verse two]
b-tch i am the man flat
you a p-ssy boy i hope you brought ya tampax
pulling up on anything
you know i need my bread stat
if i ain’t even mobile imma uber my -ss there and back
facts
catch me posted up on all black
leaning harder than a chair before you fall in cl-ss
it’s me plus a couple b-tches , i don’t kiss and tell
but ain’t no way in heaven these hoes missing h-ll
remember being shorties and stealing up out of wishing wells
wasn’t even sorry , heart empty just like the kitchen shelves
momma did a lot but a lot we still had to do ourself
who’d a ever thought i would sell pot off of my f-cking cell
pack all in the car the laws can’t find it ya boy hid it well
couple times they caught me bonded right out then i called miguel
n-gg-s got me f-cked up , i can’t be up in n-body cell
i got sh-t to sell
check my phone i got a new voicemail

[chorus]

- freshito lyrics

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