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Jay-Z
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Dead Presidents (clean version)
While others kick that Wonderama shit, Me and my conglomerate shall remain anonymous Caught up in the finest shit Live out my dreams until my heart give out Involving cream, you know exactly what this shits about Fuck y'all mean? Handlin' since a teen, I dish out Like the point guard off your favorite team; without doubt My life ain't rosy, but I roll with it My mind was fine till the dough hit it And told me that the Mo' did it And now it's kosher shit is so acidic I'll blow a digit on a diamond in a minute, but, no bitches Watch how I'm walkin' cause even the thoroughest niggas be narcin' Tryin' to strike a bargain, hopin' that they might get pardoned Shit I'm involved with got me pins and needles And my cerebral breeds the wickedest evil Thoughts that this sport will feed you Peep facts, In the game so deep, Fiends can catch a freeze off my knee cap Can y'all believe that? Got the city drinkin' Cristal, we upped the fee Rappers going broke tryin' to keep up with me My rise to riches surprised the bitches Think harder, You know this nigga Jay-Z, Sean Carter G.S.-ed the fuck up, tree-es (trees) the fuck up Watch me shine like a Breitling, Breguets the fuck up All rhymers forget it like Alzheimers Small timers, I said it I'm adressin' all drama Talk to me
I'm out for Presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for Presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for Presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for dead fuckin' Presidents to represent me
I'm out for Presidents to represent me (Get money!) 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 I'm out for Presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for Presidents to represent me (Get money!) I'm out for dead fuckin' Presidents to represent me
So sick of niggas, 'I want money like Cosby' Who wouldn't? It's this kind of talk that makes me think You probably ain't got no puddin' Niggas got them kinda dreams from jail You in the streets nigga, make your move, get your get your mill' Niggas'll coast in the S.L. but can't post bail, Niggas'll roast the el, But scared to throw your toast, well I'm here to tell niggas it ain't all swell There's Heaven then there's Hell niggas One day your cruisin' in your seven, Next day your sweatin', forgettin' your lies, Alibis ain't matchin' up, bullshit catchin' up Hit with the RICO, they repoed your vehicle Everything was all good just a week ago 'Bout to start bitchin' ain't you? Ready to start snitchin' ain't you? I forgive your weak ass, hustlin' just ain't you Aside from the fast cars Honeys that shake they ass in bars You know you wouldn't be involved With the Underworld dealers, carriers of mac-millers East coast bodiers, West coast cap-peelers Little monkey niggas turned gorillas Stopped in the station filled up on octane And now they not sane, and not playin' That goes without sayin' Slangin' day in and day out When money play in, then they play you out Tryin' to escape my own mind Lurkin' the enemy Representin' infinity With Presidencies, ya know?
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