Lyrics:
It's been two years, man
Of, of, of waitin'
Man
[Michael Jackson:] "Can it be I stayed away too long"
[Murs:]
From my supporters and my
shit, look at me inside The White House
With a pocket full of weed inside The White House
Dead presidents tattooed on a nigga chest
U.S. treasury
Imagine if we're already dead
Waiting to live, living in hell
Trying to cross over to
Heaven we're confusing ourselves
Planet earth's like Oceans 11
We're
f__k the rap
push'em to the
Dead Men Tell No Tales
I be candidate of
K p___y school president
(Who's the) cool president
No one makes
policy for
Brown Benjamins and Dead-Dead Presidents
Dead Presidents and Brown-Brown Benjamins
Brown Benjamins and Dead-Dead Presidents
We chasin' Dead
it
For The Fame
But you gon' know my name
I ain't in it for the change
I like big bills
By dead presidents
Pianos play on the key of life
As I dabble
up Margaret Thatcher and unmaskin her
to find out she's a man without a manicure
Go to President DeKlerk without askin her
and BUST SOME SHOTS
by pokonać mur
Jestem gotów do ataku, jak Pitbull
Ja nie uciekam, jak mały Szczur
Zaraz będzie gruba rzeź
Zaraz mordę będę drzeć
Chciałeś latać,
winning
The President is Bush, the Vice President's a Dick
So a whole lot of fucking is what we gon' get
They don't wanna raise the babies so the election
ain’t even had the chance
To see the fruits of all our labor
Been incarcerated
Held by the things that you believe
Custom chains, diamond rings
Still
to save money
Follow all orders given to you by federal and local police
cnd now from his royal palace, his excellency, the president
I declare this
evict you from your residence
Hov wrote about me on "Dead Presidents
" never irrelevant
Not a soul on earth would love
Me if I weren't me
No matter what
Last call for alcohol
Last call for your freedom speech
Drink up, happy hour is now enforced by law
Don't forget our house special
It's called
Last call for alcohol
Last call for your freedom speech
Drink up, happy hour is now enforced by law
Don't forget our house special
It's called
Turn me over one by one let them kiss my ass
I see dead people
I see dead people
Pocket full of ego, big head people
One two three body count rising
bills
Only bout the 100 dollar bills
No Dead Presidents to represent me
Only Benjamin Franklins is all that I’m chasing
Need em in my arrangement by any
To retrieve the property of James Marcus
Get on the phone and call the fuckin president
Watch out this evil is resident
And you are dead if you are ever
This is breaking news
It appears that Air Force One was shot down
Somewhere over the Middle East this morning
By a sleeper cell of rogue terrorists,
a halt or
Their society aborts
1981 President Reagan and the pope face assassins'
Bullets and escape with their lives.
But in Cairo Sadat dies in a hail
rise high
Remember the dead don't die less they fuck wit' I!
Niggas know who dope yo
Shit the flow is retched
And my gee too futuristic for you
inside
Dead president's corpse in the driver's car
The engine runs on glue and tar
Come on along, not goin' very far
To the East to meet the Czar
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
they touch a Benz
Muslims loadin' up AK's, dead presidents
Call from the White House, they said meet with Trump
I'm only comin' if they pardon and put
inside
Dead president's corpse in the driver's car
The engine runs on glue and tar
Come on along, not goin' very far
To the East to meet the Czar
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