Lil Baby - Dead Fresh
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- Дата релиза: 19.07.2026
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Текст песни Lil Baby - Dead Fresh
Okay, I'm dead fresh, car tip, yeah
Go take a car to get, yeah
Virgin Mary 5 would say I pull up fresh as hell, yeah
Everyone else got M, give me a b*tch, talk about Zenzel, yeah
Hold it out my ear, yeah
Money comin' in, I put my nanny at your neck
Made it out of some, I got my granny p*ssy to make
If I lose it all, then you gon' hold it down for real
Hold up, hold up, hold up
This beat came from Pharrell
First of all, I am not a trick lil' bitty b*tch
But I'll boss you up
I like when she post a picture and some s*it I bought for her
Pack out, rock out, shows around the globe
I got my offers up
Fashion shows want me front row
Bring my coffee cup
Tryna make all my grades, I weigh my goods
I hold my heart on books
You look way better with my skin
Your boyfriend's a nice boy
Really came from nothin
Livin' in a hotel with my sisters and my mama
First black man to do it where I'm from, I'm like Obama
Motorcade through traffic when I'm in the town
Dope but swag forever, I win the V's, use all the pills
I got diamonds on raw, phazone, it rings like Nelly
She had tried to play, I hit her big, it's off on pick
Country boy, I got 400 bands inside of Chevy
I'm dead fresh, Carlton
Go take a cardigan
Virgin Mary, if I would say, I'd pull up Fisher's Hill
If one of us got ill, give me a b*tch, I'm out since then
This beat came from Pharrell, yeah
442, get up the motor, that's a old school summer
Inside lookin' like some cream, boy, lay the leather soft as butter
Raise my right hand up to God and tell the lie until you're under
I got rich, but every day I wake up lookin' a cool turn, girl
Check it, call the door, yeah, done, who we on, yeah
Turnin' up the club, yeah
I done cut her off, she tryna pop out with her stuff
Okay, I'm puttin' on that stuff, yeah
Cryin' right on the up, yeah
I invest my money in the streets and watch it double
Million for the loyal fees, don't care about getting in trouble
I've been there, find s*it in my section
I be making my watches match my car, I'm really flexing
I'm stamping on that fresh car today
Boutique cardigan, yeah
Virgin Mary flowers, yeah
I pull up fishes, yeah
Everyone else got M, give me a b*tch, all my sins, yeah
Hold it out my ear, money coming in, I put my nanny at your nail
Made it out to show them I got my granny p*ssy to make, baby
If I lose it all, then you gon' hold it down for real
Hold on, hold on, hold on
This beat came from Pharrell, yeah
Thanks For Watching
Go take a car to get, yeah
Virgin Mary 5 would say I pull up fresh as hell, yeah
Everyone else got M, give me a b*tch, talk about Zenzel, yeah
Hold it out my ear, yeah
Money comin' in, I put my nanny at your neck
Made it out of some, I got my granny p*ssy to make
If I lose it all, then you gon' hold it down for real
Hold up, hold up, hold up
This beat came from Pharrell
First of all, I am not a trick lil' bitty b*tch
But I'll boss you up
I like when she post a picture and some s*it I bought for her
Pack out, rock out, shows around the globe
I got my offers up
Fashion shows want me front row
Bring my coffee cup
Tryna make all my grades, I weigh my goods
I hold my heart on books
You look way better with my skin
Your boyfriend's a nice boy
Really came from nothin
Livin' in a hotel with my sisters and my mama
First black man to do it where I'm from, I'm like Obama
Motorcade through traffic when I'm in the town
Dope but swag forever, I win the V's, use all the pills
I got diamonds on raw, phazone, it rings like Nelly
She had tried to play, I hit her big, it's off on pick
Country boy, I got 400 bands inside of Chevy
I'm dead fresh, Carlton
Go take a cardigan
Virgin Mary, if I would say, I'd pull up Fisher's Hill
If one of us got ill, give me a b*tch, I'm out since then
This beat came from Pharrell, yeah
442, get up the motor, that's a old school summer
Inside lookin' like some cream, boy, lay the leather soft as butter
Raise my right hand up to God and tell the lie until you're under
I got rich, but every day I wake up lookin' a cool turn, girl
Check it, call the door, yeah, done, who we on, yeah
Turnin' up the club, yeah
I done cut her off, she tryna pop out with her stuff
Okay, I'm puttin' on that stuff, yeah
Cryin' right on the up, yeah
I invest my money in the streets and watch it double
Million for the loyal fees, don't care about getting in trouble
I've been there, find s*it in my section
I be making my watches match my car, I'm really flexing
I'm stamping on that fresh car today
Boutique cardigan, yeah
Virgin Mary flowers, yeah
I pull up fishes, yeah
Everyone else got M, give me a b*tch, all my sins, yeah
Hold it out my ear, money coming in, I put my nanny at your nail
Made it out to show them I got my granny p*ssy to make, baby
If I lose it all, then you gon' hold it down for real
Hold on, hold on, hold on
This beat came from Pharrell, yeah
Thanks For Watching
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