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Dead Presidents (feat. Future, Jeezy & Yo Gotti)
Rick Ross
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Rather you than me If you've been ****ing with me since Port of Miami It's been hell of a ****ing journey Maybach Music Ain't nun' changed ***** Lil' stronger lil' wiser maybe a lil' more violent Blame it on America **** it Beat Billionaire I'm pulling off the lot I bought the cash Her future bright don't give a **** about her past Her ass 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 ***** calisthenics Walking in the court room sipping on the beverage I know the judge so I got a lot of leverage Pissing on these *****es 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 ****ing 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' ****** 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 *****es like Tommy Lee I make drug money ***** I make blood money On my third passport and I'm geechie as **** I got wet stripper ***** at the airport I got molly green dollars on my transport Bussing down a hundred bales in the bath tub **** this Philippine ***** in some house shoes I got **** money ***** I got war wounds This the culture on the hammer ain't no dance moves I was posted on the stupid 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 ****ing ****** hoes cus they easy I'm in here ****ing ****** wives balls breezy She gotta **** like she love like she need me I got my Maybach flooded all with extra TVs I make a movie every single ****ing 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' ****** 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 ****** got the yellow bracelet Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages **** you ****** woes when I was ashing ***** Loafers in the chop I keep it classy ***** Build a empire yeah that's whats my state of mind ********** '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 **** 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' ****** 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
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