Dead Presidents

Album: Rather You Than Me (2017)
  • Rather you than me
    If you've been fucking with me from Port of Miami
    It's been hell of a fucking journey
    Ain't nun' changed nigga
    Lil' stronger, lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more violent
    Blame it on America
    Fuck it

    I'm pulling off the lot, I bought it cash
    Her future bright, don't give a fuck about her past
    Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
    But I notice that she missing all her edges
    I run the game just by running with the felons
    Poor attitude, and got rich nigga calisthenics
    Walking in the courtroom, sipping on a beverage
    I know the judge, so I got a lot of leverage
    Pissing on these bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly)
    Fully loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready)
    Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter
    Still in a box, got her rapping acapella
    Can't trust no people fucking with the Reverend
    I got a chopper, boy don't make me be the devil
    He knocking on the door and know the password
    Gave me his blessings, boy I'm hotter than the last verse

    Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
    Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
    They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant
    Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent
    Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
    Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
    Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
    Let's go to trial, we guilty 'til proven innocent

    I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee
    I make drug money, nigga, I make blood money
    On my third passport, and I'm geechie as fuck
    I got wet stripper pussy at the airport
    I got Bowlingreen dollars on my chopper
    Bussing down a hundred bales in the bath tub
    Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes
    I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds
    Get to the clutching on the hammer, ain't no dance moves
    I was posted on the stoop, hanging with my Haitians
    The murder's on the news, all front pages
    Young niggas catching bodies, ain't no relations
    I was stacking Ben Franks in Labasa, Fiji
    They rob you two times in a row, that's a repeat
    And I'm fucking niggas hoes cause they easy
    I'm in here fucking niggas wives, balls breezy
    She gotta fuck me like she love me, like she need me
    I got my Maybach flooded out with extra TVs
    I make a movie every single fucking day
    I John Travolta when I flood that Patek face

    Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
    Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
    They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant
    Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent
    Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
    Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
    Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
    Let's go to trial, we guilty 'til proven innocent

    Let's go!
    Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet
    Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages
    Fuck you niggas was, when I was ashy nigga
    Loafers and the chop, I keep it classy nigga
    Build a empire, yeah that's what my state of mind
    Motherfuck 'em all, yeah that's what my state of mind
    Keep the blocks over there, we call it Lego land
    Meanwhile the kids smoking like it's Amsterdam
    Dope boy Prez, you know who got the troops
    Sixteen when I bought my first Rollie
    Legend in my hood just like I'm Escobar
    Never ride dirties in the extra car

    Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
    Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
    They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant
    Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent
    Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
    Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
    Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
    Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent Writer/s: William Roberts, Mario Mims, Nayvadius Wilburn, Jay Jenkins
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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