Lyrics:
siblings
Asking what they cooking in my kitchen
Only way my pops can make a living in this system
Middle finger to Bill Clinton
He took take away my
like Bill Clinton, nigga
They know, they know
BSF, motherfucker
Eastside Buffalo, gone
these bills I be printing
Got Benjamin bills I ain't talking Bill Clinton
The nigga that hate on success are the week
But they claiming they gon' reach
great
If it wasn't for the Father it wouldn't be a Bill Gates
No Bill Clinton, no United States
Peep it, explore my mind like a secret
If the music
met him
And that was back in nineteen ten!
I shine like flashed from Kodak, reflected off Kojak's head
I'll leave you wet like Bill Clinton's face
masculinity
Black Bill Clinton linking Monica and Hillary
First I use my tongue and then I put my D in the V
Sexing her to death she screaming "Junior,
touch it
Show a nigga that you ain’t bluffing
If I tip anymore, we fucking
Do it for the dead presidents
Give me head like my name Bill Clinton
I know you
E5
Para clavarme la' puta', Bill Clinton
Callejero como Calderón
Toa' las piezas tienen el botón
Si en la cara te la prendo en on
Se te acaba el
Bill-me Clinton (yeah)
Trillville (right) I see you sir
'Bout to crank this motherfucker up right (yeah)
Tellin y'all 'bout these muh'fuckin
but she used to be buggin out 'n all that
you know what i mean? im about to drop it on you
and this story is a hundred percent true, word to bill
Hilary, a pounce of Bill Clinton
Getting Monica Lewinski, she tryna drain my chillin.
I making a killing (killin) , I'm Ben Frank peelin.
I'ma Young George
to buck you down it's hard to live a playa's way
(Chorus): 2x
(Outro):
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Bob Dole and Bill Clinton
y'all need to holla at playa , dough
And all you TRU
any disease
And ain't no police and no felonies
Bill Clinton smoke crack not Marrion Barry
O.J. keeps his dough, Mumiet is let go
Divine Brown da movie
You get a nice chick I like a chicken
You don't believe me ask Bill Clinton
Track master do that shit that y'all niggaz wouldn't
And Kid Capri do
chronic addict S-P-I-see-E
Bill Clinton hit the chronic and he didn't inhale
But I'm gonna cough a fuckin' lung up for niggas in jail
I'm high
I'm
Trump was a chump touching those dames
Said he was a groper and called him names
Wild Bill Clinton on the saxophone
Monica tells Bill I love your
Sharon Stone
Monica Lewinsky também
Ela me disse vá logo arrochando o cinto
Que já peguei o Bill Clinton
E vou pegar você também
Vamos dançar entrada
Bill Clinton I'm still smooth like O.J. Simpson
I'm Dressed to kill I'm off a pill these bitches trippin they reminiscing
Smoking kush till my minds
a nigga still winning
Ops moving up under the table bill Clinton
But I'm giving a vision so when I get up they ain't tripping
I ain't saying nothing
I be
of the thrill
Babygirl at Mickie D's, asking for a meal
I pay it in full like I'm mo'fucking, Bill Clinton
Everybody wants a couple racks in they hand
Everybody
nigga Bill
Clinton
2 Virgils
I keep it
Trilllll
Here I go on the Perculator
Eat one save one perc for later
White to the pipe now ya life in danger
Rock
would you ride
Or are you Bill Clinton would you cover me up
You sweeter than some doo wop
Heart warm like apple pie
You're the only prize of mine
Worth
Richard Milhous Nixon
I get head in the white house like I'm Bill Clinton
Had a perfect week of smashing hoes like I'm Barney Stinson
Mathematical as Lisa
Crime Bill fathers in prison
That's the work of Bill Clinton
So I stay dangerous Chicano Power
Bush knocked down the towers to invade Iraq
And Barack
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