Dead Presidents Lyrics - Rick Ross

Rather you than me 

If you've been fucking with me since Port of Miami 

It's been hell of a fucking journey 

M-m-maybach Music 

Ain't nun' changed nigga 

Lil' stronger, lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more violent 

Blame it on America 

Fuck it 

Beat Billionaire 

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I'm pulling off the lot, I bought the cash 

Her future bright, don't give a fuck about her past 

Her ass be looking good inside the leggings 

But I know that she's missing all the edges 

I run the game just by running with the felons 

Pour out the Judy, got rich nigga calisthenics 

Walking in the court room, sipping on the beverage 

I know the judge so I got a lot of leverage 

Pissing on these bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly) 

Fully loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready) 

Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter 

Still in a box, got her rapping acapella 

Can't trust no people fucking with the presser 

I got a chopper, but don't make me be the devil 

He knocking on the door and all the Baswares 

Gave me addresses where I'm hiding in the last verse 

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Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents 

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents 

They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant 

Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent 

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents 

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents 

Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences 

Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent 

I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee 

I make drug money, nigga, I make blood money 

On my third passport, and I'm geechie as fuck 

I got wet stripper pussy at the airport 

I got molly green dollars on my transport 

Bussing down a hundred bales in the bath tub 

Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes 

I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds 

This the culture on the hammer, ain't no dance moves 

I was posted on the [??] stupid, hanging with my Haitians 

Murder's on the news, all front pages 

Gunning and catching bodies, ain't no relations 

I was stacking Ben Franklins posted in Fiji 

They rocking two times in a row, that's a repeat 

And I'm fucking niggas hoes cus they easy 

I'm in here fucking niggas wives, balls breezy 

She gotta fuck like she love like she need me 

I got my Maybach flooded all with extra TVs 

I make a movie every single fucking day 

I John Travolta when I flood that Patek face 

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents 

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents 

They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant 

Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent 

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents 

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents 

Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences 

Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent 

Let's go! 

Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet 

Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages 

Fuck you niggas woes, when I was ashing nigga 

Loafers in the chop, I keep it classy nigga 

Build a empire, yeah that's whats my state of mind 

Motherfuck 'em all, yeah that's whats my state of mind 

Keep the block sober there, we call it Lego land 

Meanwhile the kids smoking like its Amsterdam 

Dope boy prez, you know who got the truths 

Sixteen when I bought my first rollie 

Legend in my hood just like I'm Escobar 

Never riding dirty in the extra car 

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents 

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents 

They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant 

Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent 

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents 

Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents 

Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences 

Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent