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

I'm pulling off the lot, I bought the
Her future bright, don't give a about her past
Her ass be looking good the leggings
But I that 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 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)
dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter
Still in a box, got her rapping
Can't trust no people fucking the presser
I got a chopper, but don't make me be the
He knocking on the door and all the
Gave me addresses where I'm hiding in the last

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

I got thirty bitches like Tommy Lee
I make drug money, nigga, I make money
On my passport, and I'm geechie as fuck
I got wet stripper at the airport
I got green dollars on my transport
Bussing down a hundred in the bath tub
Fuck this Philippine pussy in some shoes
I got dope money, nigga, I got war
This the 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
Gunning and bodies, ain't no relations
I was stacking Ben Franklins in Fiji
They rocking two times in a row, a repeat
And I'm fucking hoes cus they easy
I'm in here fucking wives, balls breezy
She gotta fuck like she love she need me
I got my Maybach flooded all with TVs
I a movie every single fucking day
I John Travolta when I flood that face

presidents, dead them 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
presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead
Fair sentences, fair, fair
Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven

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

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