T.I. Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Dope Boi Fresh Lyrics

(feat. Attic Crew)

 [verse 1]

 Yea! A-town nigga

 a nigga dope Boi fresh in dis polo and guess

 or the guccI and louie shawty aint nuthin less

 I keep a piece on my side and some beat in my ride

 the window up when its hot or when its cold outside

 the AC blow snowballs drive a bitch up the wall

 with them plush leather guts steady grippin the butt

 the paint just drip on the street michael jordan on my feet

 with a big booty freak to make the pimpin complete

 I go and pick up big floaty he twistin a swisher slowly

 bend the corner aint no hatin and all the hoes no me

 these hoes star struck cause we spendin dem big bucks

 dis chevy got they attention and fuckin dem hoes up

 cause I'm

 

 [Chorus: repeat 2X]

 dope Boi fresh, dope Boi dope Boi dope Boi [4x]

 ooo hes so fresh

 

 [verse 2]

 BANKHEAD!

 guess jeans, fresh white tees and a bubble coat

 ever slang blow all day at da corner sto'

 serve til ya bar get low go and get some mo

 nigga trap til da yay get sold, plain and simple ho

 give a damn if it snows, nigga I don dime day old

 now five days old wit a big bank roll

 hit da club and pull six stank hoes

 brang it back to da trap

 and move six mo o'z

 they say his shirt so wrinkled and his kicks so old

 wit no haircut so I'm hood rich tho ho

 ya mighta seen me in a chevy I got six mo of those

 and a direct connect wit a brick fa da low

 

 [chorus]

 

 [verse 3]

 every now and then I ride shotgun

 I done always been fresh since day one

 wit da rod livers khakis kangols and polos

 dese other monkey niggaz tacky like hobos

 dope Boi fresh or should I say razor sharp

 catch me in action the definition of pimpin hard

 lately I been on a roll

 swooped up them old bo jacksons, sky blue on dem hoes

 white baseball kangol now I'm spiffy

 hell I might change clothes to dem smoke grey dickies

 and dem dope Boi nikes thats how a-town kick it

 and them ghetto hoes like it, even after the fight

 and I'm

 

 [chorus (3x)]

 

 [verse 4]

 I work a crease on dat biiiiitch cuttin hard like a razor

 sittin rite on dem nikes like a nigga had a tailor

 always be dead fresh and I just get cause I'm a player

 catch me in ben hill or cuttin hoes up in decatur

 always ridin clean keep da chevy sittin rite

 da 23s be killin hoes and choppin through the nite

 jumpin out brand new dem tennis shoes white white

 if I scuff em fuck em chuck em pull a new pair out da biick (back)

 hit dat walter wit a stiiick (stack) scrape dat new shit off da riike (rack)

 just gimme dat encye and dat falcons throwbiike (throwback)

 da number 8 jordan in dat red and bliiick (black)

 and a size number seven in dem ben hill heights

 I stay

 

 [chorus (til end)]