Rick Ross – Dead Presidents текст песни

Rick Ross:
Rather you than me
If you’ve been fucking with me since Port of Miami
It’s been hell of a fucking journey
(M-m-maybach Music)
Ain’t nun’ changed nigga
Lil’ stronger, lil’ wiser, maybe a lil’ more violent
Blame it on America
Fuck it
(Beat Billionaire)

I’m pulling off the lot, I bought the cash
Her future bright, don’t give a fuck 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 nigga calisthenics
Walking in the court room, sipping on the beverage
I know the judge so I got a lot of leverage
Pissing on these bitches is a fetish (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 fucking 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 till 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 till proven innocent)

Future:
I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee
I make drug money, nigga, I make blood money
On my third passport, and I’m geechie as fuck
I got wet stripper pussy at the airport
I got Bowlingreen dollars on my chopper
Bussing down a hundred bills in the bath tub
Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes
I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds
Get to the clutching on the hammer, ain’t no dance moves
I was posted on the stoop, hanging with my Haitians
The murder’s on the news, all front pages
Young niggas catching bodies, ain’t no relations
I was stacking Ben Franks in Labasa, Fiji
They rob you two times in a row, that’s a repeat
And I’m fucking niggas hoes cause they easy
I’m in here fucking niggas wives, balls breezy
She gotta fuck me like she love me, like she need me
I got my Maybach flooded out with extra TVs
I make a movie every single fucking day
I John Travolta when I flaunt 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 till 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 till proven innocent)

Jeezy:
(Let’s go!)
Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet
Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages
Fuck you niggas woes, when I was ashing nigga
Loafers in the chop, I keep it classy nigga
Build a empire, yeah that’s what’s my state of mind
Motherfuck ’em all, yeah that’s what’s my state of mind
Keep the block sober there, we call it Lego land
Meanwhile the kids smoking like its Amsterdam
Dope 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 till 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 till proven innocent)