Lyrics:
Uh, dear Mr. President
Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
Mr President
You want my cherry sweet kiss
Marking your lips
Just take what I give
That look of lust in your face
You hands in my waist
There's
a simple reminder as my lyrics force you to ponder
Life's a bitch and I heard she'll fuck you, so I'm tryin' to find her
One moment she'll love you then
gentleman is going to be famous.
Knox: I’m sure you’re right, Mr. President.
Roosevelt: So, Attorney General, Knox, to what do I owe the honor of your
nigga
My team smoking that green
If you ain't seen me then you must be a lame, nigga
And I'll give you three shots hold this heat down
Shorty pussy so
Her without prosthetic versions i have
Had plenty of time to search my memory
Though, because here on this couch
In this room, during this interview,
lives are took
I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. Bush
Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks
Dear Mr. President you had
[Featuring Mac]
[Master P]
Dear Mr. President i live in the hood
Where people live bad
But say its all good
And my homies
My fellow Americans
The American people
I just wanted to begin by mentioning that
Tonight, I want the people of this country
The American people
Mr President, you don't know my name,
But you could find it if you really cared,
Because I pay my taxes and I pay my dues,
All I ask for in
is not here?
I don't discuss my private life in public.
But don't you care that she is not by your side?
I think I've had enough of this
to do me the favor and lick my icing under the table now
But I gotta leave town mr. Nally, just as scary spice was about to go down on me
And don't ask
my keyboard too
Cause only you are true and provide all the evidence
Even the elements give glory to Him not a president
He set the precedent for
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
all to the beast
He is the reason my self-esteem increased
He really, honestly, helped me
In terms of feeling quite happy
I think at this point you
complexion is the mark of one legacy
Torn into 80 sections
By all my enemies
I'm showing my pain
Don't you remember
Babies from 80s
Don't try to Ronald Reagan
Dallas don't love you, Mr. President
Put your foot in the tank and step on the gas
Try to make it to the triple underpass
Blackface singer, whiteface
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
money) i'm out for dead fuckin
Presidents to represent me (Whose)
I made my first tape to show what I was on
I’m just tryna show these kids they
Can be
country
Remind Mr President
Planet Earth is our mother
She loves us, she feeds us
She gives a home
Even you, you were born on the earth
Happy birthday Mr
talkin' like that nigga paid?"
Take off my carti's so you
Can look at my face
Listen closely to what I'm about to say
I don't give a fuck that he made
I
scenarios feel the
Same shit as a writer, as a creator
I'm giving you my experiences but
Just take what I
Give you you ain't got to pry beyond
That i'm giving
bruh
Ayy, ya'll at my show, when
I say these names, ya'll better scream for
Me i don't give a fuck if
You know the names or not
Google them they will
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