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bel-air
by petre
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Fye fye fye fye
Grrr ima run up do the cha cha slide
Ima ride wit tinted windows you can't see inside
Fuck a nigga up with this chopped up stock
Fresh prince of bel air
Feeling like Smith cuz when I go, your hoe Will care
Screamin' out the window of the Benz with her long hair
Make you kinda mad the way she happy when we all stare
We gon pull up 5% tinted windows you can't see
Niggas pullin' up wit them choppas seven deep
Took her ass to Subway for this foot long D
I think that bitch was plotting me, gon 'head and get up off of me
Run nigga run nigga run
You the three little pigs and we coming with them guns
Blow your house down like the big bad wolf
Nigga I ain't swiper but I'll get your diamonds took
Guns all out, it's snowin hard, lay him in a casket bed
On the third day of Christmas we gave his mom his bloody head
Piper once I gotta go, Tiffany and Sasha too
And when Valentine's Day comes around I ain't got a boo
Fye fye fye fye
Grrr ima run up do the cha cha slide
Ima ride wit tinted windows you can't see inside
Fuck a nigga up with this chopped up stock
I'm runnin' with your money nigga check your bag
Ridin' on 75th my nigga we goin' fast
Ran a red light nigga watch your back
If the cops pull me over nigga they gettin tagged
Turn the lights off nigga he can't see
Close his fuckin' mouth nigga he can't breathe
Ima pop him in his noggin nigga he can't sleep
Fuck a nigga up if that nigga know me
That's his final warning ima break that nigga teeth
Keep on talking smack ima call up CCG
If we is a pack then we hunting for the meat
Watch your fuckin' back cuz it ain't just only me
Fye fye fye fye
Grrr ima run up do the cha cha slide
Ima ride with tinted windows you can't see inside
Fuck a nigga up with this chopped up stock
Guns all out, it's snowin hard, lay him in a casket bed
On the third day of Christmas we gave his mom his bloody head
Piper once I gotta go, Tiffany and Sasha too
And when Valentine's Day comes around I ain't got a boo
We gon pull up 5% tinted windows you can't see
Niggas pullin' up wit them choppas seven deep
Took her ass to Subway for this foot long D
Had her roofied up, so I took her to the suite
Fye fye fye fye
Grrr ima run up do the cha cha slide
Ima ride wit tinted windows you can't see inside
Fuck a nigga up with this chopped up stock
Fresh prince of bel air
Feeling like Smith cuz when I go, your hoe Will care
Screamin' out the window of the Benz with her long hair
Make you kinda mad the way she happy when we all stare
We gon pull up 5% tinted windows you can't see
Niggas pullin' up wit them choppas seven deep
Took her ass to Subway for this foot long D
I think that bitch was plotting me, gon 'head and get up off of me
Run nigga run nigga run
You the three little pigs and we coming with them guns
Blow your house down like the big bad wolf
Nigga I ain't swiper but I'll get your diamonds took
Guns all out, it's snowin hard, lay him in a casket bed
On the third day of Christmas we gave his mom his bloody head
Piper once I gotta go, Tiffany and Sasha too
And when Valentine's Day comes around I ain't got a boo
Fye fye fye fye
Grrr ima run up do the cha cha slide
Ima ride wit tinted windows you can't see inside
Fuck a nigga up with this chopped up stock
I'm runnin' with your money nigga check your bag
Ridin' on 75th my nigga we goin' fast
Ran a red light nigga watch your back
If the cops pull me over nigga they gettin tagged
Turn the lights off nigga he can't see
Close his fuckin' mouth nigga he can't breathe
Ima pop him in his noggin nigga he can't sleep
Fuck a nigga up if that nigga know me
That's his final warning ima break that nigga teeth
Keep on talking smack ima call up CCG
If we is a pack then we hunting for the meat
Watch your fuckin' back cuz it ain't just only me
Fye fye fye fye
Grrr ima run up do the cha cha slide
Ima ride with tinted windows you can't see inside
Fuck a nigga up with this chopped up stock
Guns all out, it's snowin hard, lay him in a casket bed
On the third day of Christmas we gave his mom his bloody head
Piper once I gotta go, Tiffany and Sasha too
And when Valentine's Day comes around I ain't got a boo
We gon pull up 5% tinted windows you can't see
Niggas pullin' up wit them choppas seven deep
Took her ass to Subway for this foot long D
Had her roofied up, so I took her to the suite
