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Rather you me
If you've fucking with me since Port of Miami
It's hell of a fucking journey
M-m-maybach
Ain't changed nigga
stronger, lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more violent
Blame it on
it
Beat

I'm pulling off the lot, I bought the
Her bright, don't give a fuck about her past
Her ass be looking good inside the
But I know she's missing all the edges
I run the game just by running with the
Pour out the Judy, got rich calisthenics
Walking in the court room, sipping on the
I the judge so I got a lot of leverage
on these bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly)
Fully loaded .60s on a seven (all ready)
dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter
Still in a box, got her acapella
Can't trust no fucking with the presser
I got a chopper, but don't me be the devil
He knocking on the door and all the
Gave me where I'm hiding in the last verse

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

I got thirty white like Tommy Lee
I make money, nigga, I make blood money
On my passport, and I'm geechie as fuck
I got wet pussy at the airport
I got green dollars on my transport
Bussing down a hundred in the bath tub
Fuck this Philippine pussy in house shoes
I got dope money, nigga, I got war
This the culture on the hammer, no dance moves
I was posted on the [??] stupid, hanging with my
Murder's on the news, all front
Gunning and catching bodies, ain't no
I was Ben Franklins posted in Fiji
rocking two times in a row, that's a repeat
And I'm fucking hoes cus they easy
I'm in here fucking niggas wives, balls
She gotta fuck like she love she need me
I got my Maybach all with extra TVs
I make a movie single fucking day
I John Travolta I flood that Patek face

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

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

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