Fresh Prince Of Belaire Lyrics by Dave East ft Rick Ross
[Intro – Dave East]
M-M-M
Uh
Used to save them bottles
Uh
I ain’t never been scared of nothing I’m my life, dog
If I see it, I got it already
Uh
[Hook/Chorus – Dave East]
Uh
Gold bottles, pop ’em like it’s ’96 “pop”
You never see a brick, I pray to God my team get rich “pray to God”
Black bottles, pop ’em at your funeral
Dirty n—-s with clean money, this s–t is beautiful “gorgeous”
Gold bottles, pop ’em like it’s ’96 “pop”
You never see a brick, I pray to God my team get rich
Black bottles, pop ’em at your funeral “uh”
Dirty n—-s with clean money, this s–t is beautiful
Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare
Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare
Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare
Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare
[Verse 1 – Dave East]
Did a deal with Puma, but Nike, I keep a hundred pair
Stop going to Silver Spring, found out I was wanted there
They gon’ bring us so many bottles, the club gonna stare “watch”
Thinking you a dime in my section, get dubbed over here “dub”
Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, but Carlton ain’t my cousin
We spark it out in public, too much locs got me stumbling
Black bottle, gold bottle, models by the dozen
But they for everybody, only cops believe in cuffing
This ain’t your average life, they get excited when I come in
On top now, started just underground like Tubman “Harriot”
Thought you was the son, but you wasn’t since yo’ daddy left
House full of Belair, kick ’em out like they Jazzy Jeff “bye bye”
[Hook/Chorus – Dave East]
Uh
Gold bottles, pop ’em like it’s ’96 “pop”
You never see a brick, I pray to God my whole team get rich
Black bottles, pop ’em at your funeral “my bad”
Dirty n—-s with clean money, this s–t is beautiful “gorgeous”
Gold bottles, pop ’em like it’s ’96 “pop”
You never see a brick, I pray to God my whole team get rich
Black bottles, pop ’em at your funeral “uh”
Dirty n—-s with clean money, this s–t is beautiful
Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare
Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare
Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare
Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare
[Verse 2 – Rick Ross]
M-M
M-M-Maybach Music
Your b—h still on my d–k but delete the DM “boss”
The Lamborghini’s in the street and she know that it’s him “woo”
My vodka rum matching the beats and it cost me two M’s “huh”
These other n—-s rapping rich when we know you pretend “ahh”
I’m always running late but the money in crates “ahh”
Black bottle and two M and a wonderful date “hahaha”
305, MIA, oh, a wonderful place “wooo”
Bought a Checkers to feed my b—–s them fries with a shake “rich n—a”
Got her rubbing on my chest like Justin Timberlake “tell em”
My Belair ‘cross the table all the dinner dates “dreams”
Brett Berish on the phone, he billing every day “Brett”
She know Rozay rocking ice, now let it marinate
[Hook/Chorus – Dave East]
Uh
Gold bottles, pop ’em like it’s ’96 “pop”
You never see a brick, I pray to God my team get rich
Black bottles, pop ’em at your funeral “my bad”
Dirty n—-s with clean money, this s–t is beautiful “gorgeous”
Gold bottles, pop ’em like it’s ’96 “pop”
You never see a brick, I pray to God my team get rich
Black bottles, pop ’em at your funeral “uh”
Dirty n—-s with clean money, this s–t is beautiful
Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare
Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare
Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare
Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare
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