T-Shirt (Fresh) Lyrics – Kevin Gates

Read the full T-Shirt (Fresh) lyrics by Kevin Gates, Zeddy Will and Big Money Blitz from the album Lost Files – The Collection along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
Woo, that’s a heart-body beat
You ran on the track and he running this b!tch

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Cooking onions, bukumani on my table (Table)
My b!tch is naked with a earring in her navel (Navel)
That me, d!cking her down boy with my sapphire rings
Grinding for paper, I don’t see no dreams
I’m black, black and I’m a rider
Don’t make me make my youngin pull up on the side of ya
(Ra-ta-boom-boom-boom) put hollow tips inside of ya (Boom-boom-boom)

Talking women in the telly, I won’t taste it if it’s smelly
Grilled chicken tender salad with Tabasco pepper jelly
I was cruising down the highway with this new machine gun Kelly
I ain’t talking ’bout the artist, bricks in my secret compartment
If a b!tch don’t want to act right then I’m guaranteed to starve her

[Chorus]
I’m so fresh, I’m so fly-y-y
I ain’t got on nothing but a t-shirt tonight
And I got a bad b!tch who willing to try-y-y
Take it from the back but she know how to ride-y-y
I’m so fresh, so fresh, so fly-y-y
I ain’t got on nothing but a t-shirt tonight
And I got a bad b!tch who willing to try-y-y
Take it from the back but she know how to ride-y-y

[Verse 2]
What you doing? I’m just doing what I do (Doing what I do)
And I don’t mean to be a player, look, it’s just the way a n!gga move (Way a n!gga move)
And all these numbers in my phone, I can’t remember who the fu*k is who (Who the fu*k is you?)
So the question of the day is, n!gga, who the fu*k is you? (Who the fu*k is this?)
All I need me is a white tee (White tee) and some Nikes
Fresh pair of some Phazos, got a couple pairs more than likely (Yo)
I don’t really got a type but I keep on fu*king ’round with the Pisces
I love my women kind of feisty, I love it when they try to fight me

In the bedroom on the mattress (Mattress), getting money just a habit
I remember I ain’t had s*it, that was old news in the past tense
Doing donuts in the Aston, holding up Miami traffic
Outside living lavish, with a bad b!tch, it’s a passion

[Chorus]
I’m so fresh, I’m so fly-y-y
I ain’t got on nothing but a t-shirt tonight
And I got a bad b!tch who willing to try-y-y
Take it from the back but she know how to ride-y-y
I’m so fresh, so fresh, so fly-y-y
I ain’t got on nothing but a t-shirt tonight
And I got a bad b!tch who willing to try-y-y
Take it from the back but she know how to ride-y-y

[Outro]
I’m so fresh, I’m so fly
I ain’t got on nothing but a t-shirt tonight
And I got a bad b!tch who want to try
Take it from the back but she know how to ride
I’m so fresh, so fresh, so fly-y-y
I ain’t got on nothing but a t-shirt tonight
And I got a bad b!tch who willing to try-y-y
Take it from the back but she know how to ride-y-y