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Dead Presidents

 

Dead Presidents

(アルバム: Happy Halloween 3 - 2020)


(C-Nasty)
Ayy

Ayy, they might think I'm Offset, the way C4 say Cartier
Another Halloween, motherfucker, it's that time of year
Ayy, and I can't trust nobody, but I trust my Tommy, yeah
He ain't tryna be another body, that's what got me here
Yeah, they call me big boss, ball out for no reason
All my shooters outside, nigga, it's that season
Uh, nigga was a Kel-Tec'er veteran
Uh, wipe down all the evidence
Kick a door and jump a gate, we find out he got presidents

Ayy, the way my bitch suck dick, I know she heaven-sent
Told 'em that I need all my money, I need every cent
'Cause you know C4 crazy, he ain't got no sense, ayy
You know I'm on that block, I'm Prada Papi, Glock, a drum in it
You know they gon' wake up, make up crazy stories, run with it, uh
Niggas be going out bad, dying with they gun and shit, uh
Nigga, we ain't going out bad, just tell me which one to get, ayy
First we was playing defense, now we gon' run the blitz, uh, uh
Happy Halloween 3
Ayy, uh, uh, Happy Halloween 3
Act like they knew me, but they never even seen me
I was in the house smoking Pooh Bear with an AP
My ex-bitch mad, yeah, I know that she must hate me
Ayy, 'cause everywhere she go, know they gon' play me, ayy
I know you know 'bout that traphouse on that backstreet
I think it's haunted, all these bodies, baby, just check the rap sheet, uh
I pick up my 50 first, I hear my phone ring
A label chose these rap niggas, but the streets chose me
And I can't trust a nigga with that bread, might try to toast me
Got an obituary for the last nigga that tried to poke me
This 30 got me floating, know I popped a whole team
Her pussy taste like protein, come outside with no jeans
You just now getting to know me, you ain't getting no ring
You might just get a couple dollars, pay you for to suck and swallow
Or put you in a backroom and sit down, let you count the guala, uh
I load up my 50 with a Fendi collar
Ayy, this that Happy Halloween 3, get the yayo cheap-cheap
Niggas be beneath me, got paper problems

Ayy, they might think I'm Offset, the way C4 say Cartier
Another Halloween, motherfucker, it's that time of year
Ayy, and I can't trust nobody, but I trust my Tommy, yeah
He ain't tryna be another body, that's what got me here
Yeah, they call me big boss, ball out for no reason
All my shooters outside, nigga, it's that season
Nigga was a Kel-Tec'er veteran
Wipe down all the evidence
Kick a door and jump a gate, we find out he got presidents

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