paroles de chanson Mr. President - Hollywood Riq-O

Who be livin' too official
Presidential in his state
Who be livin' like a eagle
Who the flyest everyday
(Wait that's me)
Who got kill inside a wood
But stay awake
Who got niggas In and outta jail
And niggas gettin' paid
Me
Never hate the player
Hate the game
I'm married to the Money
And my side Mari Jane
I never trust these hoes
Because they love to be the same
Don't ask me for relation
I would rather get some brain yuh yuh

Who dat nigga with the flame
Wen He step on the stage
Who that nigga who be makin'
Every crowd wanna rage
I'm that nigga who be leaving
Everyone in a daze
Superstar I'm so bright
That They be catchin' my rays

Everybody love me
Niggas dap me up
Bitches wanna fuck (wait)
Bitches actin boujee
'Cause they seeing how I'm suited up
Yeah they want my love
Maybe lust I don't give a fuck (wait)
Bitches nowadays
Too stuck up just to say what's up

Who be livin' too official
Presidential in his state
Who be livin' like a eagle
Who the flyest everyday
(Wait that's me)
Who got kill inside a wood
But stay awake
Who got niggas In and outta jail
And niggas gettin' paid
Me
Never hate the player
Hate the game
I'm married to the Money
And my side Mari Jane
I never trust these hoes
Because they love to be the same
Don't ask me for relation
I would rather get some brain yuh yuh
Who dat

Pouring up Mascoto
You Gon see the way they follow
"Mr prezzie need another"
I can see the end of my bottle
Wallaow wallaby
Kangaroo I hop inside impalas g
Bouta cop a continental
Straight from sleepy Halloween

Bitches love to lie (Yeah)
Cry and wipe they eyes
Had a heart for all these hoes
Now they stay off my mind
Want the money
Not the fame
Presidential in my brain
Want excitement from the mfs
Lighting up the flames

Who be livin' too official
Presidential in his state
Who be livin' like a eagle
Who the flyest everyday
(Wait that's me)
Who got kill inside a wood
But stay awake
Who got niggas In and outta jail
And niggas gettin' paid
Me
Neva hate the player
Hate the game
I'm married to the Money
And my side marijane
I never trust these hoes
Because they love to be the same
Don't ask me for relation
I would rather get some brain yuh yuh
(Wait)

Can't trust these hoes
They be the same
(WAIT)
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