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Rather you me
If you've been fucking with me since of Miami
It's been of a fucking journey
Music
Ain't nun' nigga
Lil' stronger, lil' wiser, maybe a more violent
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 looking good inside the
But I know that missing all the edges
I run the game just by running with the
out the Judy, got rich 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)
loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready)
Your dawg get a dime, you never a letter
in a box, got her rapping acapella
Can't trust no people fucking the presser
I got a chopper, but don't me be the devil
He knocking on the door and all the
Gave me addresses where I'm hiding in the verse

Dead presidents, dead them presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead
go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant
Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven
Dead presidents, them dead 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 make money
On my third passport, and I'm geechie as
I got wet pussy at the airport
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, ain't no moves
I was posted on the stupid, hanging with my Haitians
Murder's on the news, all pages
Gunning and catching bodies, ain't no
I was stacking Ben posted in Fiji
They rocking two in a row, that's a repeat
And I'm niggas hoes cus they easy
I'm in fucking niggas 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 Patek

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

go!
Hands on these niggas, got the bracelet
Check off in my pocket like the yellow
Fuck you niggas woes, I was ashing nigga
Loafers in the chop, I keep it nigga
Build a empire, yeah that's whats my state of
'em all, yeah that's whats my state of mind
Keep the block sober there, we call it 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 dirty in the extra car

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