Songtexte Dead Presidents - Miyami

Yeah, We got lines of that dope, what you need?
Shit for free
Yeah, nah ain't shit for free
Yeah

Still that nigga juggin' and finessing trynna flip
Took a trip, had to get my chips
30 make you dip
We got more rounds, folk caniving
They gone get you bit
Told her slow down, I ain't going for talking
All that lip
Baby you know what it was so why you tripping throwing fits
If it wasn't for this rapping, know I'd go and cop a brick
Matrimony, married to the game but I ain't wifing shit
Why you coming off so blunt? Cause I'm smoking on this zip

I don't even love 2 smoke, I'm on my toes that's what it is
Spent a fifty just to yank him, they gone spank him like his kid
Call the gang, if it's C02, they lit 'em like a cig
Mack down, Yami hang wit pimps, walking shit like Fig
What's the biz, Yami what the biz, I got nicks dawg
Graduated to an ounce ain't had to hit a lick dawg
Fell in love wit automatics, know I keep a stick
Nigga played the bully till they hit him, knocking on his chin
He say he a lion, well I got some wolves up in that den
Bryan, College station trynna get it, they won't let us in
Shit... so we kick do'
Hanging wit 'em robbers, niggas mobbing this that flip flow
Creeping round yo corner, how you stepping on your tip toe

Still that nigga juggin' and finessing trynna flip
Took a trip, had to get my chips
30 make you dip
We got more rounds, folk caniving
They gone get you bit
Told her slow down, I ain't going for talking
All that lip
Baby you know what it was so why you tripping throwing fits
If it wasn't for this rapping, know I'd go and cop a brick
Matrimony, married to the game but I ain't wifing shit
Why you coming off so blunt? Cause I'm smoking on this zip

She like why you gotta stunt?
We got glocks by the stomach
I ain't never did no bid, but I'm sayin free my cousin
Jus the other day I shot a couple rounds, had 'em runnin'
Know I'm trynna go legit, but these niggas got me gunnin'
Knowin Yami got a temper, I ain't finna go for nothing
Drop a stain on 'em
Quick fast, dash, Yami coming
I was assed out, got up on some cash, I ain't fronting
Dead presidents, lil Yami got in tune, Hundreds thumbing