FRE$H 1997 Pouya (Ft. Fat Nick)
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[Intro]
Yo, what up Jesus, what up Bill Cosby
[Verse]
My boys stay fresh, my hoes stay fresh
Come to the crib and we gon' skeet upon your chest
The rest is history, bitch I know you listen me
You wishin' you was kissin' me
Fuck you bitch, you pissin' me
Ouf, my pockets on Rick Ross
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[Intro]
Yo, what up Jesus, what up Bill Cosby
[Verse]
My boys stay fresh, my hoes stay fresh
Come to the crib and we gon' skeet upon your chest
The rest is history, bitch I know you listen me
You wishin' you was kissin' me
Fuck you bitch, you pissin' me
Ouf, my pockets on Rick Ross
[?]
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