Dead Presidents by Rick Ross
Feat. Future, Jeezy and Yo Gotti
Released : 2017
Genre : Hip Hop / Rap
Label: EPIC
Rather you than me
If you’ve been *** with me since Port of Miami
It’s been hell of a *** journey
M-m-mayback Music
Ain’t nun’ changed ***
Lil’ stronger, lil’ wiser, maybe a lil’ more violent
Blame it on America
*** it
Beat Billionaire
[Rick Ross]
I’m pulling off the lot, I bought da cash
Her future bright, don’t give a *** about her past
Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
But I know that she’s missing all the edges
I run the game just by running with the felons
Pour out the Judy, got rich *** calisthenics
Walking in the court room, sipping on the beverage
I know the judge so I got a lot of leverage
*** on these *** is a *** (R. Kelly)
Fully loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready)
Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter
Still in a box, got her rapping acapella
Can’t trust no people *** with the presser
I got a chopper, but don’t make me be the devil
He knocking on the door and all the Baswares
Gave me addresses where I’m hiding in the last verse
[Jeezy & Yo Gotti ]
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent
[Future]
I got thirty white *** like Tommy Lee
I make drug money, ***, I make blood money
On my third passport, and I’m geechie as ***
I got wet *** *** at the airport
I got molly green dollars on my transport
Bussing down a hundred bales in the bath tub
*** this Philippine *** in some house shoes
I got *** money, ***, I got war wounds
This the culture on the hammer, ain’t no dance moves
I was posted on the [??] stupid, hanging with my Haitians
***’s on the news, all front pages
Gunning and catching bodies, ain’t no relations
I was stacking Ben Franklins posted in Fiji
They rocking two times in a row, that’s a repeat
And I’m *** niggas 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 flooded all with extra TVs
I make a movie every single *** day
I [??] flood that Patek face
[Jeezy & Yo Gotti ]
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent
[Jeezy]
Let’s go!
Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet
Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages
*** you niggas woes, when I was ashing ***
Loafers in the chop, I keep it classy ***
Build a empire, yeah that’s whats my state of mind
Motherfuck ’em all, yeah that’s whats my state of mind
Keep the block sober there, we call it Lego land
Meanwhile the kids smoking like its Amsterdam
*** boy prez, you know who got the truths
Sixteen when I bought my first rollie
Legend in my hood just like I’m Escobar
Never riding dirty in the extra car
[Jeezy & Yo Gotti ]
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty to proven innocent