Текст песни Dead Presidents - Yo Gotti , Rick Ross , Jeezy
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
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
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
molly
green
dollars
on
my
transport
Bussing
down
a
hundred
bales
in
the
bath
tub
Fuck
this
Philippine
pussy
in
some
house
shoes
I
got
dope
money,
nigga,
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
Murder'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
fucking
niggas
hoes
cus
they
easy
I'm
in
here
fucking
niggas
wives,
balls
breezy
She
gotta
fuck
like
she
love
like
she
need
me
I
got
my
Maybach
flooded
all
with
extra
TVs
I
make
a
movie
every
single
fucking
day
I
John
Travolta
when
I
flood
that
Patek
face
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
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
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
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
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
1 Summer Seventeen
2 Maybach Music V
3 Triple Platinum
4 Lamborghini Doors
5 Game Ain't Based On Sympathy
6 Powers That Be
7 I Think She Like Me
8 She on My D*ck
9 She on My Dick
10 Dead Presidents
11 Trap Trap Trap
12 Idols Become Rivals
13 Santorini Greece
14 Apple of My Eye
15 Scientology
16 I Think She Like Me
17 Maybach Music V
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