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Mannie Fresh - We Fresh (Feat. Lil Wayne)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mannie Fresh
Mannie Fresh
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Byron Thomas
Byron Thomas
Composer
D. Carter
D. Carter
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mannie Fresh
Mannie Fresh
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, woo, woo
[Verse 1]
Call me Mannie the Great, fresh is how I stay
New Orleans the city, 7th Ward the place
Got a gang of money and a bunch of women
They rubbing on my belly 'cause I'm country, pimp
Now every time I drive, it's hella bright inside
That's that high defintion TV light inside
And every time I ride, Nina under the seat
I don't want no trouble and trouble don't want me
I can walk the streets with my Adidas on
Just a chubby ass ****, wife beater on
Pimp the gangsta kangol, lean it to the right
And your girl like an addict 'cause she really want the pipe
And I like to drink, she prefer to puck
And she like to have sex, I prefer to fuck
And I'ma tell you once, I ain't gon' tell you again
I'm just lookin' for some pussy that I can fall in 'cause
[Chorus]
Dude fell off, then you fell off, then he fell off, and then the weak fell off
But Wayne's well off and Mannie's well off and the Family's well off
Aye, we Cash Money, we stay fre-fresh, err-fresh
Every day, we fre-fresh, err-fresh
In every way, we fre-fresh, err-fresh
We so heavy, we fresh, we so, fresh
[Verse 2]
I'm in that new SS with the chrome pipes
Or in the Harley truck, you know, towing the bike
And don't stare at me wrong if you know I'm right
I'm like fuck a player hater, and your ho? I might
Wanna take me to war, I call GI Joe
While GI Jane still giving me brain
I don't ever complain, I'm too cool for that
Got the Polo Sport Edition wth the shoes to match
I got the blue, the black, the white, the red
Got the parachute pants with the pockets big
I don't half step, I don't half-ass
I want half check and half cash
When it comes to the tracks, I'ma bad man
So if the rap don't sell, I still got my hands
Got your girl in the club tryna do my dance
And I whisper in her ear, "Could you do my mans when"
[Chorus]
Dude fell off, then you fell off, then he fell off, and then the weak fell off
But Wayne's well off and Mannie's well off and the Family's well off
Aye, we Cash Money, we stay fre-fresh, err-fresh
Every day, we fre-fresh, err-fresh
In every way, we fre-fresh, err-fresh
We so heavy, we fresh, we so, fresh
[Verse 3]
I'm representin' the S like I've been doing so long
Now every hood in America know all of my songs
Call me super producer, a loveable lovely
I call her when you gone 'cause I like how she rub me
I shoot straight over, playtime's over
Cobra all in your waistline, told ya
Keep it gangsta, keep it real
Sittin' low in a coupe, yeah, coupe Deville
I'm a baller, baby, that baby ballin'
I don't mean to brag, but I'm straight regardless
All white Chevy, gravy guts
With the stashbox pimpin', yeah, custom deluxe
Shorty, let your hair out, convertible air out
I got the same wheel in my 5th wheel spare mount
Mannie Fresh, my truck expand
I'm a downtown **** with my nuts in my hand 'cause
[Chorus]
Dude fell off, then you fell off, then he fell off, and then the weak fell off
But Wayne's well off and Mannie's well off and the Family's well off
Aye, we Cash Money, we stay fre-fresh, err-fresh
Every day, we fre-fresh, err-fresh
In every way, we fre-fresh, err-fresh
We so heavy, we fresh, we so, fresh
Written by: Byron Thomas, D. Carter
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