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Dead Presidents

Rick Ross, Future, Jeezy, Yo Gotti17 Mar 2017

Dead Presidents Lyrics

Dead Presidents (美钞) (Explicit) - Rick Ross/Future/Jeezy/Yo Gotti

Written by:William Leonard Roberts II

Rather you than me

 

If you've been f**king with me since Port of Miami

 

It's been hell of a f**king journey

 

Maybach Music

Ain't nun' changed ni**a

 

Lil' stronger lil' wiser maybe a lil' more violent

 

Blame it on America

 

F**k it

Beat Billionaire

 

I'm pulling off the lot I bought the cash

 

Her future bright don't give a f**k about her past

 

Her a** be looking good inside the leggings

 

But I know that she's missing all the edges

 

I run the game just by running with the felons

 

Pour out the Judy got rich ni**a calisthenics

 

Walking in the court room sipping on the beverage

 

I know the judge so I got a lot of leverage

 

Pissing on these b**ches 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 f**king with the presser

 

I got a chopper but don't make me be the devil

 

He knocking on the door and all the Baswares

 

Gave me addresses where I'm hiding in the last verse

 

Dead presidents dead them 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 till proven innocent

 

Dead presidents dead them dead presidents

 

Dead presidents dead them dead presidents

 

Fair sentences fair fair sentences

 

Let's go to trial we guilty till proven innocent

I got thirty white b**ches like Tommy Lee

 

I make drug money ni**a I make blood money

 

On my third passport and I'm geechie as f**k

 

I got wet stripper p**sy at the airport

 

I got molly green dollars on my transport

 

Bussing down a hundred bales in the bath tub

 

F**k this Philippine p**sy in some house shoes

I got d**e money ni**a I got war wounds

 

This the culture on the hammer ain't no dance moves

 

I was posted on the stoop hanging with my Haitians

Murder's on the news all front pages

Gunning and catching bodies ain't no relations

 

I was stacking Ben Franklins posted in Fiji

 

They rocking two times in a row that's a repeat

 

And I'm f**king niggas hoes cus they easy

 

I'm in here f**king niggas wives balls breezy

 

She gotta f**k like she love like she need me

I got my Maybach flooded all with extra TVs

I make a movie every single f**king day

 

I John Travolta when I flood that Patek face

 

Dead presidents dead them 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 till proven innocent

Dead presidents dead them dead presidents

 

Dead presidents dead them dead presidents

 

Fair sentences fair fair sentences

 

Let's go to trial we guilty till proven innocent

Let's go

 

Hands on these niggas got the yellow bracelet

 

Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages

 

F**k you niggas woes when I was ashing ni**a

 

Loafers in the chop I keep it classy ni**a

 

Build a empire yeah that's whats my state of mind

Motherf**k 'em all yeah that's whats my state of mind

Keep the block sober there we call it Lego land

Meanwhile the kids smoking like its Amsterdam

 

D**e boy prez you know who got the truths

 

Sixteen when I bought my first rollie

 

Legend in my hood just like I'm Escobar

 

Never riding dirty in the extra car

 

Dead presidents dead them 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 till proven innocent

 

Dead presidents dead them dead presidents

 

Dead presidents dead them dead presidents

 

Fair sentences fair fair sentences

 

Let's go to trial we guilty till proven innocent

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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