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Charley Hood – Too Fresh Lyrics

Gpgo
It’s Charley Hood
Do you feel me?

I’m too fresh to go to sleep x 8

I’m too fly to go to bed,
I’m tryin drink some more liquor,
Tryin’ to east some pie head
I’m tryin to smoke some more weed,
Tryin spend some more bread
If a nigga get the trigger we gonna spread with the leg

I’m too fresh to go to sleep x 8

My nigga I’m tryin to stay up all week,
I don’t like wasting no time on no drink
Came really sleep ’cause it’s too close to death
But the fact is though is that a nigga fresh to death
Swag when I step, young nigga balling,
Bitch keep you calling, when I keep ignoring,
Being broke as born got a grind like escape boy,
Touch the... Push your ink
We them niggas you hear all the time,
25-8, we up like how a line
Rolex diamonds looking like limon line,
No time for sleep ’cause a nigga on the grind,
Do you feel me?

I’m too fresh to go to sleep x 8

I’m too fly to go to bed,
I’m tryin drink some more liquor,
Tryin’ to east some pie head
I’m tryin to smoke some more weed,
Tryin spend some more bread
If a nigga get the trigger we gonna spread with the leg

I’m too fresh to go to sleep x 8

Uh, we’re getting paid, you niggas go minimum,
Fuck you with the crew, you get hit with the... Girl
Get money there with some real ones,
We get the strip club, throwin stacks is rain the real ones
Pop me a molly and the homies on kay
Smoking on gas like propane,
He dig there, and it’s been bad,
Bitch wanna roll with a nigga that bang
See I don’t give a fuck, bitch I’m fresh as fuck
I tell that bitch I wanna fuck
’cause I don’t give a fuck,
See I’m stupid with my pimping ass
Lil mama I ain’t got no time for your messy ass
I’m bout my money I smash off to your six,
Fly like a polly, them bullets make you lay off but nigga we set trip
And free all my niggas on the struggle,
Pray to God every day t’s right back to the hustle
I’m right back to my pistol, I’m right back to these bitches,
Right back to these county blues, I wish death on them snitches.
Do you feel me?
Gpgo
Yeah!
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