Ur Fresh! chords by brandUn DeShay

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Verse 1
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Em 
I've fallen in love,
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and I don't think I wanna get up
Cruisin' through life on a banana peel,
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don't wanna slip up
I've seen it and that shit sucks,
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I'd rather a  sippy cup over a bottle
She holds the throttle
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and drives me so nuts,
I mean so crazy
I'm thinkin' this may
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be love at first sight
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She picked me up in a Ma's truck,
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let me fuck the first night
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I   don't think that was too far,
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other girls I  get too bored of
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Quickly, we click like we was
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sempty and oh lord
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I'm all about the lick like two broads
If it's come up,
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got no problem wiping all the come up
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She's definitely my number
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one summer love
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A lot of niggas might put one up
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But that means she's
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perfect as it gets
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The way she work her hips
when I'm hitting,
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yo that's the shit I
be thinking about
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when I do a song for the ladies
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I picture the way that her back
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dance like Mercedes
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You know baby, I'm all good to go
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I'll probably text her when
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I finish this song
Em 
And let her know, like, you know
I made a song for you
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Em 
You ain't home, is you?
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Well, oh yeah, I text you phone
when I'm on my way
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Peace
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Oh, how dumbass it
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Oh, how dumbass it
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Oh, how dumbass it
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Oh how, your passion
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Our conversation requires
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no concentration
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No consultations or problems,
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eyes full of consolations
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Em 
For this moment we waited
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and so far, it's what I expected
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You got the body and good golly,
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you hotter than Texas
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So refreshing, the next step is,
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to see what you want
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I got the lesson, the next test,
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you're taking it home
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You know I'm far from a  poet,
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I'm a star and she know it
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So I told her to treat my dick
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like my cover and blow it
The head game exchanged
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to the bed frame
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Take a look at us, right on the table
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No free table, but we hookin' up
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Remember when I wasn't so fresh?
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She gave no shits
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And now I gotta go in like road trips
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The whole flip of my traffic
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Of all the baddest chicks from average
Since you know the fact
I'm packin' my swags
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Patented, ravishing, yet rational
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Whatever you call it,
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I bet we all will say it's love
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But I can see that we've fallen,
it's all good
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Oh, how depressing
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Oh, how depressing
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Oh, how depressing
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Oh, how depressing
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Oh how,
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depressing
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Oh how, depressing