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Dead Presidents
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Gunna
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(Hoodrich Keem, I’m thinkin’ bout signin’ that guy) Yeah New RAF stance, imma drip when I dance Imma count these bands, I’ll fly then land They ain’t give me no chance, or give me advance Now it’s [?] out a Benz, new Cartier lens Dead presidents, dead presidents, these dead presidents These dead presidents, these dead presidents, these dead presidents Yeah, I cannot switch, yeah Imma drip with my clique Had to stop right quick, yeah Lemme pop my sh*t, take the top off my 6 Makin’ money like Mitch, all hundreds, I’m Rick Playboi bunnies, they lay in my crib Bust a nut and we lit, boy don’t play with that clit Count it up and we hit one Buy a big house in the hills Do this sh*t with no deal Imma go and get a mill’ Young n***a stayin’ trill Gotta get it how you live New RAF stance, imma drip when I dance Imma count these bands, I’ll fly then land They ain’t give me no chance, or give me advance Now it’s [?] out a Benz, new Cartier lens Dead presidents, dead presidents, these dead presidents These dead presidents, these dead presidents, these dead presidents Yeah, boy the lean I’m pourin’ Drippin’ in brand new Rick Owens I just flew back in from tourin’ [?], can’t come in the mornin’(Racks) Used to be nothin’ and I turned important If that, b*t*h ain’t no Barbie she can’t get in my foreign Skrrr, I’m outta here Land in New York and we shoppin’ at Barney’s Came a long way from that block, it was stormin’ I gotta keep it in motion I gotta grind and I gotta stay focused Stay on your ten and somebody gon’ notice you I just be gettin’ it in like I’m sposed’ to I’m back on my feet like I never left Don’t need no b*t*h, I’m better by myself Imma make it, I won’t settle for less Came out the hood, I came up off of finesse But I be thankin’ the Lord that I’m blessed Sendin’ me blessings and I cannot stress Ran this sh*t up and I don’t gotta flex f**k these lil b*t*hes, I’m chasin’ a check Don’t wanna f**k, I want face and some neck Geeked up, outer space, just like a cadet We out in Vegas and we makin’ bets Just landed in LA on a private jet I’m so hood rich like Keem Draco on me with a beam Roll up a blunt, b*t*h imma stunt Bought the new .40 with new Saint Laurent (Duke) New RAF stance, imma drip when I dance Imma count these bands, I’ll fly then land They ain’t give me no chance, or give me advance Now it’s [?] out a Benz, new Cartier lens Dead presidents, dead presidents, these dead presidents These dead presidents, these dead presidents, these dead presidents
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