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pieces, man
And deliver it to your front door
Oh! Encore, they want more, they're fans now
Got your girl ass clapping, hands down
Don't approach me with
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Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
más fresh (sha, sha)
En el closet ya no me cabe la ropa (popa)
Matt y Gabi, yo estoy puesto pa' que rompan (pa' que rompan)
Sin compromiso grabaron
eyeballin' the chicks, holdin' the mix
Gassed off of my shit, vibratin' the whip
One of these days and it won't be long (that's what you call it pa)
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of fans, journalists and well wishers have gathered merely to catch a glimpse of the artists formerly known as fresh prince.
This album premiere marks Will
Good artists copy great artists steal
they run
Lady Madonna, baby at your breast
Wonders how you manage to feed the rest
Pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
introduced the oceans to the earth
Well whoever made the snowflakes
Made shadows where doubts lurk
I suspect an artist is at work
I know when an artist
bitch rich
Reminiscing on my past, damn it brings me to tears
See the more money that comes in, the more I disappear
Fresh to death, the latest kicks,
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