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[Verse 1]
I'm the fuckin' Fresh Prince
Think my name is Ill Smith
I got hoes from everywhere
That's just how the kid live
I'm a fuckin' top player
We just fuck 'cause I won't date her
Top shelf weed flavors
You Carlton with all that hatin'
[Verse 2]
And I'm the fuckin' fresh prince
I'ma tell you like this
Just one look is all it's takin'
That's enough to steal your bitch
Ay, hit my tree man
I need all his weed again
Blowin' blunts of Pakistan
Put me to sleep, I ain't on xans
I got the world in my hands
Shut my town down on Instagram
I got one dark and light skin
Bitch I call em, Hillary, Ashley, actually
They give my dick a rinse
[Verse 3]
I'm the fuckin' Fresh Prince
Think my name is Ill Smith
I got hoes from everywhere
That's just how the kid live
I'm a fuckin' top player
We just fuck 'cause I won't date her
Top shelf weed flavors
You Carlton with all that hatin'
[Verse 4]
And I'm the fuckin' fresh prince
All my dogs pits
No, I don't miss
But we throwing up bricks
I'm running round chips
And where I'm from, shit
We used to drop clips
Thank God I drop hits
My shit goin' up
Shoutout to the money from the drugs
You had no idea how real it was
I know I'm hot, I could build you up
So label signing ain't a deal for us
Remember back when we were taking trips
In and out the city for a flip
If you flex, my cousin take ya shit
He bringin' gloves in case they case for prints
If she hot, then I'ma take her lips
I roll her up a couple blunts, that's it
She want me to trick, I'm ain't a simp
Kicked her out then pour up, take a sip
Soarin' higher than an angel is
Smokin' fire where the danger live
My whole life is lit, how can I forget
Went from trife to rich
[Verse 5]
I'm the fuckin' Fresh Prince
Think my name is Ill Smith
I got hoes from everywhere
That's just how the kid live
I'm a fuckin' top player
We just fuck 'cause I won't date her
Top shelf weed flavors
You Carlton with all that hatin'
Written by: Andrew Vendryes, Cousin Stizz
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