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

I'm pulling off the lot, I bought the
Her future bright, don't a fuck about her past
Her ass be looking good the leggings
But I know that missing all the edges
I run the game just by with the felons
Pour out the Judy, got rich nigga
in the court room, sipping on the beverage
I the judge so I got a lot of leverage
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 acapella
Can't trust no fucking with 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 in the last verse

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

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

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

go!
Hands on these niggas, got the bracelet
Check off in my pocket the yellow pages
Fuck you niggas woes, when I was nigga
Loafers in the chop, I keep it nigga
a empire, yeah that's whats my state of mind
Motherfuck 'em all, yeah that's my state of mind
Keep the block there, we call it Lego land
Meanwhile the smoking 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 riding in the extra car

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