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

I'm off the lot, I bought the cash
Her future bright, give a fuck about her past
Her ass be looking good the leggings
But I know that she's missing all the
I run the game just by with the felons
Pour out the Judy, got nigga calisthenics
Walking in the room, sipping on the beverage
I know the so I got a lot of leverage
Pissing on these bitches is a (R. Kelly)
Fully .60s smoking on a seven (all ready)
Your get a dime, you never wrote a letter
in a box, got her rapping acapella
Can't trust no people with the presser
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 verse

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

I got white bitches like Tommy Lee
I make money, nigga, I make blood money
On my third passport, and I'm geechie as
I got wet stripper pussy at the
I got molly green on my transport
Bussing down a hundred bales in the tub
Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house
I got dope money, nigga, I got war
This the culture on the hammer, ain't no dance
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 times in a row, that's a
And I'm niggas hoes cus they easy
I'm in here fucking niggas wives, breezy
She gotta fuck like she like she need me
I got my flooded all with extra TVs
I a movie every single fucking day
I John Travolta when I flood Patek face

Dead presidents, dead them 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 dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead
Fair sentences, fair, sentences
go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent

go!
Hands on these niggas, got the yellow
off in my pocket like the yellow pages
Fuck you niggas woes, I was ashing 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 of mind
Keep the block sober there, we call it land
Meanwhile the kids smoking its Amsterdam
Dope boy prez, you who got the truths
when I bought my first rollie
Legend in my just like I'm Escobar
Never riding in the extra car

Dead presidents, dead dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead
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