Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair
Got our middle fingers in the air,
Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,
For 9 years in spain had the time share
She's got me love stoned from everywhere
Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.
It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair
Og like the prince of bel air,
My coach ain't care, so i ain't care
I don't even breathe the same air
You got a baby boy or girl in there
Then why the fuck am i yellin at air
With that weed in the air
We just went there
I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.
She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care
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