Dave East & Rick Ross - Fresh Prince of Belaire | Lyrics + Sound

Dave East & Rick Ross - Fresh Prince of Belaire | Lyrics + Sound


M-M-M
Uh
Used to save them bottles
Uh
I ain't never been scared of nothin' I'm my life, dog
If I see it, I got it already
Uh

[Chorus: Dave East]
Uh
Gold bottles, pop 'em like it's '96
You never see a brick, I pray to God my team get rich
Black bottles, pop 'em at your funeral
Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful
Gold bottles, pop 'em like it's '96
You never see a brick, I pray to God my team get rich
Black bottles, pop 'em at your funeral
Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit 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 goin' to Silver Spring, found out I was wanted there
They gon' bring us so many bottles, the club gonna stare
Thinkin' you a dime in my section, get dubbed over here
Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, but Carlton ain't my cousin
We spark it out in public, too much locs got me stumblin'
Black bottle, gold bottle, models by the dozen
But they for everybody, only cops believe in cuffin'
This ain't your average life, they get excited when I come in
On top now, started just underground like Tubman
Thought you was the son, but you wasn't since yo' daddy left
House full of Belair, kick 'em out like they Jazzy Jeff

[Chorus: Dave East]
Uh
Gold bottles, pop 'em like it's '96
You never see a brick, I pray to God my whole team get rich
Black bottles, pop 'em at your funeral
Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful
Gold bottles, pop 'em like it's '96
You never see a brick, I pray to God my whole team get rich
Black bottles, pop 'em at your funeral
Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit 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 feel on my dick but delete the DM
The Lamborghini's in the street and she know that it's him
[?] and it cost me two M's
These other niggas rappin' rich when we know you pretend
I'm always runnin' late with the money in crates
Black bottle and two M and a wonderful date
305, MIA, oh, a wonderful place
Bought a Checkers to feed my bitches them fries with a shake
Got her rubbin' on my chest like Justin Timberlake
My Belair across the table all the dinner dates
[?] on the phone, he billin' every day
Cheeto Rolly rockin' nice, now let it marinate

[Chorus: Dave East]
Uh
Gold bottles, pop 'em like it's '96
You never see a brick, I pray to God my team get rich
Black bottles, pop 'em at your funeral
Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful
Gold bottles, pop 'em like it's '96
You never see a brick, I pray to God my team get rich
Black bottles, pop 'em at your funeral
Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit 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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