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

I'm off the lot, I bought the cash
Her future bright, don't give a fuck her past
Her ass be good inside the leggings
But I know that she's missing all the
I run the just by running with the felons
Pour out the Judy, got rich nigga
Walking in the room, sipping on the beverage
I know the judge so I got a lot of
Pissing on these bitches is a (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 with the
I got a chopper, but make me be the devil
He on the door and all the Baswares
Gave me addresses where I'm hiding in the last

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

I got thirty white bitches like Lee
I make drug money, nigga, I make money
On my third passport, and I'm as fuck
I got wet stripper pussy at the
I got molly green dollars on my
Bussing a hundred bales 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
Murder's on the news, all front
and catching bodies, ain't no relations
I was stacking Ben Franklins in Fiji
rocking two times in a row, that's a repeat
And I'm fucking niggas hoes cus they
I'm in fucking niggas wives, balls breezy
She gotta fuck like she love like she me
I got my Maybach flooded all with TVs
I make a movie single fucking day
I John Travolta when I flood that Patek

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

go!
Hands on these niggas, got the bracelet
off in my pocket like the yellow pages
Fuck you niggas woes, when I was nigga
Loafers in the chop, I keep it nigga
Build a empire, yeah whats my state of mind
Motherfuck 'em all, yeah that's whats my state of
Keep the block sober there, we it Lego land
Meanwhile the kids smoking its Amsterdam
Dope boy prez, you know who got the
when I bought my first rollie
Legend in my just like I'm Escobar
riding dirty in the extra car

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