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

I'm pulling off the lot, I bought the
Her future bright, don't give a fuck about her
Her ass be good inside the leggings
But I know that she's all the edges
I run the game by running with the felons
Pour out the Judy, got nigga calisthenics
Walking in the court room, on the beverage
I know the judge so I got a lot of
Pissing on these 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 acapella
Can't trust no people with the presser
I got a chopper, but make me be the devil
He knocking on the and all the Baswares
Gave me addresses I'm hiding in the last verse

Dead presidents, dead them presidents
Dead presidents, dead them presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my niggas 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 till proven innocent

I got thirty white bitches Tommy Lee
I make drug money, nigga, I blood money
On my third passport, and I'm geechie as
I got wet pussy at the airport
I got molly dollars on my transport
Bussing down a hundred bales in the tub
this Philippine pussy in some house shoes
I got money, nigga, I got war wounds
This the culture on the hammer, ain't no moves
I was on the [??] stupid, hanging with my Haitians
on the news, all front pages
Gunning and bodies, ain't no relations
I was Ben Franklins posted in Fiji
They rocking two in a row, that's a repeat
And I'm fucking hoes cus they easy
I'm in here niggas wives, balls breezy
She gotta like she love like she need me
I got my Maybach all with extra TVs
I make a every single fucking day
I John Travolta when I flood that face

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

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

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