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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 Songtexte 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 stoop, 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 Aus Songtexte Mania