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baracka flocka flames - hard in the paint lyrics

{intro}
im the head of the motherf-cking state, n-gga
i brought you change, n-gga
what the f-ck you thinking, n-gga?
i won’t die, i’m the sh-t, that’s what mich-lle say
secret service but i got my own sk
see hillary, that’s my motherf-cking n-gga
i hang in d.c. with them senate house k!llaz
baracka flocka flame one hood -ss n-gga
in the ’64, bending corners, my n-gga
got a main b-tch
(and)
got a mistress
(what up?)
a couple daughters, i’m so hood rich
my staff go hard
we be smoking
i p-ss bills, free shawty, no jokin’
aye what i stand for… change n-gga
imma die for this country, man i swear to god
in the trap, with some k!llas and some hood n-ggas
where you at, where’s your trap, you ain’t hood n-gga
keep this sh-t 300 put that sh-t on the hood
crips f-cking with me, g’s and the vice lords
eses in the miko freestyle off the dome
president baracka flacka flames is f-cking home

{hook/mid}
im the head of the motherf-cking state, n-gga
bringing change, n-gga
what the f-ck you thinking, n-gga?
i won’t die for this sh-t, no matter what they say
secret service but i got my own sk
see oprah that’s my motherf-cking n-gga
we hang in the shy with them hit squad k!llas
oprah flacka flame one hood -ss n-gga
riding real slow, bending corners, my n-gga
what’s up prissy n-gga?
what’s up punk n-gga?
i got on that n-gga, make your mama’s mama get ya
hope you got your k!llas with ya
hope you got your n-ggas with ya
hope your goons riding with you, they goin’ f-cking miss you n-gga
catch me in the hood, eating barbeque
when my father died, i said “f-ck school”
i put a nice suit on and got some marijuana
eight years later, george bush was a gonner
i run the military n-gga, if you want that beef
i give a long–ss speech and put your -ss to sleep
shawty talk is cheap, so watch what you say
im the president of the f-cking usa

{outro}
im the head of the motherf-cking state, n-gga
i brought you change, n-gga
what the f-ck you thinking, n-gga?
i won’t die for this sh-t, no matter what they say
front yard, broad day, with the sk
see mich-lle, that’s my motherf-cking n-gga
we hang in d.c. with them cia k!llas
baracka flocka flame one hood -ss n-gga
riding real slow, bending corners, my n-gga

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