BC - Dead Presidents Lyrics

Lyrics Dead Presidents - BC



Fuck what I said yesterday I want the praises
A hundred million dollars in my savings
It's a heist like Washington how I come up on yo playlist
Bad bitch she a doctor I'm faking playing patient, wasup baby?
What the cusp am I on?
What the, what is this song?
Twenty-two I said I be more grown
But I'm still on the flow like a two year old
Hear me knocking at the door, I, I kick it in
Give me the dough, plus yo girlfriend
Really I just wanna spit in her mouth, and fuck her ears
Now that I, got yo attentch
I'ma spazz on some other shit
My sapiosexual chick say I always talk about the government
Stacked up some money slick, then I spent that money quick
Damn what did I spend that money on? Always seem to forget, ah
Living like the fli-zash
On FDR pray we don't cri-zash
Tryna save and not spend
Yea you make six but you spent eight, I want ten
I just want a bad bih with a natural tan
You know what I'm saying? Forehead like Tan
Yea, yea I said it
If you bad bitch let me see yo hands
Say if you a sad bitch then, leave yo man
But if you my bitch, bring yo friend
And we gone party till I put y'all to bed, hey
Chasing dead presidents
All I hear, bands
Never cared bout no money but now I just wanna spend
Dreaming on canvas's, green in my hand
Wait till I get my money right then you can't tell me nothing
I'm a call it like I see it when it smell fishy
This the thought of what I'm feeling, nah they don't hear me
And that's the reason we still stuck under puppetry
Black sheep, told ma' I ain't putting up no Christmas tree
Prioritized truth and every damn thang changed
Fuck a tax bracket they spirit ain't in our range
But I got feeling I get way more than I aimed for
Elevate my thoughts, anticipate the rain course
Till it's daily parades, playing charades for a billion
I might take a break and point her legs to the ceiling
Spiritual healing but she got villains intuition
So I nickname her the USA
Rob her, that's a PSA
Acting on Moorish code, I swear that the greatest awaits
Took time to reign supreme, divine ain't making mistakes
In the zone, soon be on, money phone with twenty phones
In the zone, in the zone, in the zone, in the zone
Chasing dead presidents
All I hear, bands
Never cared bout no money but now I just wanna spend
Dreaming on canvas's, green in my hand
Wait till I get my money right then you can't tell me nothing



Writer(s): Brandon Colson


BC - To, Two, Too (Remastered) - Single
Album To, Two, Too (Remastered) - Single
date of release
22-02-2022




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