Lirik Lagu Dead Presidents feat. Future, Young Jeezy & Yo Gotti - Rick Ross
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Rather you than meIf you've been fucking with me since Port of MiamiIt's been hell of a fucking journeyAin't nun' changed niggaLil' stronger, lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more violentBlame it on AmericaFuck it
I'm pulling off the lot, I bought the cashHer future bright, don't give a fuck about her pastHer ass be looking good inside the leggingsBut I know that she's missing all the edgesI run the game just by running with the felonsPour out the Judy, got rich nigga calisthenicsWalking in the court room, sipping on the beverageI know the judge so I got a lot of leveragePissing on these bitches is a fetishFully loaded.60s smoking on a sevenYour dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letterStill in a box, got her rapping acapellaCan't trust no people fucking with the presserI got a chopper, but don't make me be the devilHe knocking on the door and all the BaswaresGave me addresses where I'm hiding in the last verse
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidentsDead presidents, dead them dead presidentsDead presidents, dead them dead presidentsDead presidents, dead them dead presidents
I got thirty white bitches like Tommy LeeI make drug money, nigga, I make blood moneyOn my third passport, and I'm geechie as fuckI got wet stripper pussy at the airportI got Bowlingreen dollars on my chopperBussing down a hundred bills in the bath tubFuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoesI got dope money, nigga, I got war woundsGet to the clutching on the hammer, ain't no dance movesI was posted on the stoop, hanging with my HaitiansThe murder's on the news, all front pagesYoung niggas catching bodies, ain't no relationsI was stacking Ben Franks in Labasa, FijiThey rob you two times in a row, that's a repeatAnd I'm fucking niggas hoes cause they easyI'm in here fucking niggas wives, balls breezyShe gotta fuck me like she love me, like she need meI got my Maybach flooded out with extra TVsI make a movie every single fucking dayI John Travolta when I flaunt that Patek face
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidentsDead presidents, dead them dead presidentsDead presidents, dead them dead presidentsDead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Hands on these niggas, got the yellow braceletCheck off in my pocket like the yellow pagesFuck you niggas woes, when I was ashing niggaLoafers in the chop, I keep it classy niggaBuild a empire, yeah that's what's my state of mindMotherfuck 'em all, yeah that's what's my state of mindKeep the block sober there, we call it Lego landMeanwhile the kids smoking like its AmsterdamDope boy prez, you know who got the truthsSixteen when I bought my first rollieLegend in my hood just like I'm EscobarNever riding dirty in the extra car
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidentsDead presidents, dead them dead presidentsDead presidents, dead them dead presidentsDead presidents, dead them dead presidents
I'm pulling off the lot, I bought the cashHer future bright, don't give a fuck about her pastHer ass be looking good inside the leggingsBut I know that she's missing all the edgesI run the game just by running with the felonsPour out the Judy, got rich nigga calisthenicsWalking in the court room, sipping on the beverageI know the judge so I got a lot of leveragePissing on these bitches is a fetishFully loaded.60s smoking on a sevenYour dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letterStill in a box, got her rapping acapellaCan't trust no people fucking with the presserI got a chopper, but don't make me be the devilHe knocking on the door and all the BaswaresGave me addresses where I'm hiding in the last verse
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidentsDead presidents, dead them dead presidentsDead presidents, dead them dead presidentsDead presidents, dead them dead presidents
I got thirty white bitches like Tommy LeeI make drug money, nigga, I make blood moneyOn my third passport, and I'm geechie as fuckI got wet stripper pussy at the airportI got Bowlingreen dollars on my chopperBussing down a hundred bills in the bath tubFuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoesI got dope money, nigga, I got war woundsGet to the clutching on the hammer, ain't no dance movesI was posted on the stoop, hanging with my HaitiansThe murder's on the news, all front pagesYoung niggas catching bodies, ain't no relationsI was stacking Ben Franks in Labasa, FijiThey rob you two times in a row, that's a repeatAnd I'm fucking niggas hoes cause they easyI'm in here fucking niggas wives, balls breezyShe gotta fuck me like she love me, like she need meI got my Maybach flooded out with extra TVsI make a movie every single fucking dayI John Travolta when I flaunt that Patek face
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidentsDead presidents, dead them dead presidentsDead presidents, dead them dead presidentsDead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Hands on these niggas, got the yellow braceletCheck off in my pocket like the yellow pagesFuck you niggas woes, when I was ashing niggaLoafers in the chop, I keep it classy niggaBuild a empire, yeah that's what's my state of mindMotherfuck 'em all, yeah that's what's my state of mindKeep the block sober there, we call it Lego landMeanwhile the kids smoking like its AmsterdamDope boy prez, you know who got the truthsSixteen when I bought my first rollieLegend in my hood just like I'm EscobarNever riding dirty in the extra car
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidentsDead presidents, dead them dead presidentsDead presidents, dead them dead presidentsDead presidents, dead them dead presidents
