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Rick Ross
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Dead Presidents
作词:Jeezy, Future, Yo Gotti & Rick Ross 作曲:Jeezy, Future, Yo Gotti & Rick Ross
Rather you than me If you've been fucking with me since 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 them 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 the 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, but 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 bills in the bath tub Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 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 flaunt 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
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 in 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 block sober there, we call it Lego land Meanwhile the kids smoking like it's Amsterdam Dope 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 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
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