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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' changed
Lil' stronger, lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more
Blame it on
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 just by running with the felons
Pour out the Judy, got nigga calisthenics
in the court room, sipping on the beverage
I the judge so I got a lot of leverage
on these bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly)
Fully .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 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 last

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

I got thirty white like Tommy Lee
I make drug money, nigga, I make money
On my passport, and I'm geechie as fuck
I got wet stripper at the airport
I got green dollars on my transport
Bussing down a hundred in the bath tub
Fuck 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 posted on the [??] stupid, hanging my Haitians
Murder's on the news, all front
Gunning and catching bodies, ain't no
I was stacking Ben Franklins posted in
They rocking two times in a row, a repeat
And I'm niggas hoes cus they easy
I'm in fucking niggas wives, balls breezy
She gotta like she love like she need me
I got my Maybach flooded all with TVs
I a movie every single fucking day
I John Travolta when I flood Patek face

Dead presidents, them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead 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
presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fair sentences, fair, fair
Let's go to trial, we guilty proven innocent

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

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