Fresh Prince
I'm 'bout them bands, bitch
Every time I think about it, make my fucking hands itch
I'm doper than what you smoking, nigga, yeah, you can't match this
I am fly just like no other like the fucking Fresh Prince
My flow so fucking crazy, they should pay me just to talk shit
Until your feet can fit my shoes, you probably shouldn't talk, bitch
I need an old school '84, I'm talking Randy Moss, bitch
I was down bad, looking sad, but now I'm taking off, bitch
Don't approach me, I won't hesitate to take you off, bitch
I can take a basic bitch and turn her to a boss bitch
But I can't take another L, I'm tired of taking losses
I'm turning super duper grimy, I'm with all the crossing
I told myself I wouldn't fall off and I fell off again
I was on my own, but now I'm grown, now I'm back on again
I still get lost sometimes, so I roll up and I get gone again
I still get lost sometimes, so I roll up and I get gone again
Ain't no point in crying, suck it up and grind
That's why I'm 'bout them bands, bitch
Every time I think about it, make my fucking hands itch
I'm doper than what you smoking, nigga, yeah, you can't match this
I am fly just like no other like the fucking Fresh Prince, like the fucking Fresh Prince
I'm 'bout them bands, bitch
Every time I think about it, make my fucking hands itch
I'm doper than what you smoking, nigga, yeah, you can't match this
I am fly just like no other like the fucking Fresh Prince, like the fucking Fresh Prince
Every time I think about it, make my fucking hands itch
I'm doper than what you smoking, nigga, yeah, you can't match this
I am fly just like no other like the fucking Fresh Prince
My flow so fucking crazy, they should pay me just to talk shit
Until your feet can fit my shoes, you probably shouldn't talk, bitch
I need an old school '84, I'm talking Randy Moss, bitch
I was down bad, looking sad, but now I'm taking off, bitch
Don't approach me, I won't hesitate to take you off, bitch
I can take a basic bitch and turn her to a boss bitch
But I can't take another L, I'm tired of taking losses
I'm turning super duper grimy, I'm with all the crossing
I told myself I wouldn't fall off and I fell off again
I was on my own, but now I'm grown, now I'm back on again
I still get lost sometimes, so I roll up and I get gone again
I still get lost sometimes, so I roll up and I get gone again
Ain't no point in crying, suck it up and grind
That's why I'm 'bout them bands, bitch
Every time I think about it, make my fucking hands itch
I'm doper than what you smoking, nigga, yeah, you can't match this
I am fly just like no other like the fucking Fresh Prince, like the fucking Fresh Prince
I'm 'bout them bands, bitch
Every time I think about it, make my fucking hands itch
I'm doper than what you smoking, nigga, yeah, you can't match this
I am fly just like no other like the fucking Fresh Prince, like the fucking Fresh Prince
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Writer(s): Joshua Davis
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