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Rather you me
If you've fucking with me since Port of Miami
It's been hell of a fucking
Music
Ain't changed nigga
Lil' stronger, lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more
Blame it on
it
Beat

I'm pulling off the lot, I the cash
Her future bright, don't a fuck about her past
Her ass be looking inside the leggings
But I know that she's all the edges
I run the game just by running the felons
Pour out the Judy, got nigga calisthenics
Walking in the court room, sipping on the
I know the so I got a lot of leverage
on these bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly)
Fully loaded .60s smoking on a (all ready)
Your dawg get a dime, you never a letter
in a box, got her rapping acapella
Can't trust no people fucking with the
I got a chopper, but don't make me be the
He knocking on the and all the Baswares
Gave me addresses where I'm in the last verse

Dead presidents, them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead dead presidents
go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant
Let's go to trial, we till proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead dead presidents
presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fair sentences, fair, sentences
go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent

I got thirty white bitches like Lee
I make drug money, nigga, I make money
On my passport, and I'm geechie as fuck
I got wet stripper pussy at the
I got green dollars on my transport
Bussing down a hundred in the bath tub
Fuck this Philippine pussy in house shoes
I got money, nigga, I got war wounds
This the culture on the hammer, no dance moves
I was posted on the stupid, hanging with my Haitians
Murder's on the news, all pages
and catching bodies, ain't no relations
I was stacking Ben Franklins posted in
They rocking two in a row, that's a repeat
And I'm fucking niggas hoes cus easy
I'm in fucking niggas wives, balls breezy
She gotta fuck like she love she need me
I got my Maybach all with extra TVs
I make a movie every single day
I John Travolta when I flood Patek face

Dead presidents, dead dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my niggas militant
Let's go to trial, we guilty proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead dead presidents
presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fair sentences, fair, fair
Let's go to trial, we guilty till innocent

go!
Hands on these niggas, got the bracelet
off in my pocket like the yellow pages
Fuck you niggas woes, I was ashing nigga
Loafers in the chop, I it classy nigga
Build a empire, yeah that's my state of mind
Motherfuck 'em all, yeah whats my state of mind
Keep the block there, we call it Lego land
Meanwhile the kids like its Amsterdam
Dope boy prez, you who got the truths
Sixteen when I bought my rollie
in my hood just like I'm Escobar
Never dirty in the extra car

presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas
Let's go to trial, we guilty proven innocent
Dead presidents, them dead presidents
presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fair sentences, fair, sentences
Let's go to trial, we guilty proven innocent