Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fresh Prince Of Belaire, artist - Rick Ross. Date of issue: 05.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fresh Prince Of Belaire |
| 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 |
| 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 niggas with clean money, this shit 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 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 |
| 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 (watch) |
| Thinkin' 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 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 (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) |
| 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 niggas with clean money, this shit 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 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 |
| M-M |
| M-M-Maybach Music |
| Your bitch still on my dick but delete the DM (boss) |
| The Lamborghini’s in the street and she know that it’s him (woo) |
| My vodka rum matchin' the beats and it cost me two M’s (huh) |
| These other niggas rappin' rich when we know you pretend (ahh) |
| I’m always runnin' 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 bitches them fries with a shake (rich nigga) |
| Got her rubbin' on my chest like Justin Timberlake (tell em) |
| My Belair 'cross the table all the dinner dates (dreams) |
| Brett Berish on the phone, he billin' every day (Brett) |
| She know Rozay rockin' ice, now let it marinate |
| 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 niggas with clean money, this shit 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 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 |