Lyrics:
infinity
Cause only dead presidents representing me
(Verse 2)
Woo I'm steady trapping getting guap now
Now these bitches wanna come and fuck a rapper now
by the projects while a nigger hollar
[Jay-Z]
I let her drive the V
She's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me
She's my pretty young thing
Rap
Dancing daydreams swazye
Soon imma be rich like jay-z
Not even the money I'm chasing
Is gonna ever chang me
Still rollin by them opps blunts blazing
Isn't
like a tea kettle got my flows in the bag
Heavyweight ain't mean to brag
Hook: (Flash T)
I weight too much that's what my mum says
Sellin' Jay-Z's for
laugh still am the goat feeling like Jay Z
It's me and your girl nigga we bounce soon as they pay me
I check my accounts never announce precaution for
[Intro: Uh, Guess whooooo! Heyy! Signal, alright]
“I just don't need nobody to smile on this (Jay-Z)
[VERSE 1]
Still under 30 but seen more pu**y
do...
This is my life
Born in the home of hip-hop
Not too far from Jay-Z
What can I do about it?
This the culture that raised me
As history repeats
a pre---nup
Now ask yourself this question, umm
Would you be with Jay-Z if he wasn't C-E-O
Would you be with F-A-B-O if he drove a Neo
Would you ride with
with Jay-Z if he wasn't CEO?
Would you be with F-A-be-O if he drove a Neo?
Would you ride with Ne-Yo, if he was in a Geo?
Well why the hell you
over them prices
H-to-the-K, equipped with the silence
Leave you leakin' outta yo sinuses
Dead presidents got niggas evil
Til' it kill you with
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
Thinking bout all this shit that I do for you
Gotta be your one
Can't be your number two
Roses they stay red and dead prezzies blue
Yeah dead
Let's go, go, go, go, go, go
The homie. Introduce yourself
I'm like the president, surrounded by Macs, and all my niggas making presidents, serving
on the block is the best guy a zarazem the worst
Widzę tyle Rzeczy przez tyle perspektyw
Że by to opowiedzieć musiałbym tylko siedzieć i pisać teksty
Z nosem w
a loss
Two hours later back in the trap again
Triple Kross
Talkin bout slime business
Whats slattin then
Get it off
Buss down them packs
Them jays
my pockets'
Swole like Jay-Z top lip
'Til I got Jay-Z yacht-grip
I'mma pop shit like Pac did
With a big-ass Johnson I rock with
You hardly got
Like Jay-Z, Beyonce
Come be my fiance
Hey soul sister, I'll be your mister
Don't wanna be no one-night stand
How many ways can I say to make you
Fireworks, we will ignite
Through the San Francisco night
Like John and Yoko
Like Ice-T and Coco
Like Jay-Z, Beyonce
Come be my fiance
Hey soul sister,
wage
How the fuck am I so damn ill? It's insane
Inevitable
I'm never gon make
No less than a full bag of President Jay
Cut up, cut up from a different
wage
How the fuck am I so damn ill? It's insane
Inevitable
I'm never gon make
No less than a full bag of President Jay
Cut up, cut up from a different
It’s evident I need dead
President's the city slicker
Jersey jigger feel my
Residence touch evidence
Fell the change in the weather
Flight ticket
can make me move is dead presidents (ay)
Lil' nigga droppin' swag all over your television (uh)
I like her 'cause when we first met, she act sadity
Z...
Rideout with the goons, demons get bruised
4s up or 2 2s
Swing it, ching it, dip it, rip it
Anything that's horrific (OO)
ESV I grip it
Headshot,
Now most of the greatest done did it
And some of the latest done did it
Rest in peace to the b-i-g
Been 13 years and they still fuck with it
Jay-z
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