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brokeasf - the people's president lyrics

[intro]
f+ck trump f+ck all that f+ck all those uhh biden
big boy pow for president
b+tch, (b+b+bankroll got it), b+tch

[chorus]
big pow for president he a jit, but that bit still intelligent (boom)
got a stick on my hip i ain’t selling’ it
she let me f+ck hoe i thought you were sellin’ it (b+tch)
when they let me in the f+cked up (f+ck), when they let me win they f+cked up, who we come back again they f+cked up
dissin’ and sh+t guaranteed you get touched up (grrrr)
rag to richies, bags, and b+tchies, (bag) cash, and bl!ckys
goofy ass b+tch got flipped and passed to fifties
b+tch i just be livin’, she wanna see how we livin’, trust you for what but these b+tchies be snitching, k!lll you for what but these n+ggas be b+tchies
wipe that b+tch nose, and we leavin’ them sh+ttin’

[verse 1]
they wanna beef bout’ another n+gga, boy you a whole b+tch (b+tch)
on the block where his soul sick (soul sick), he got his whole hit talking bout oh sh+t
b+tch give me my props, im putting in work with that stick on the block ( stick, stick)
head on the opps he spoke on my daddy we getting his pops, b+tch we gettin’ the drop, play b+tch im gettin’ them spot wanna act like you rich but i know that you not, if i’m quittin’ this sh+t b+tch im wipin’ the pot
put me in the white house
me and my n+ggas, me and my brother ain’t had no money, but we had each other, boy you is a b+tch ain’t go through no struggles, boy don’t play with that sack better make that sh+t double
gotta double up (grrr), gotta muscle up ( gotta muscle up) get that sack ( get that sack right) make em act (make em act right)
my brother my brother (brother my brother) brother my brother (brother my brother) n+gga i love you (n+gga i love you)
bankroll got it
[chorus]
big pow for president he a jit, but that bit still intelligent (boom)
got a stick on my hip i ain’t selling’ it
she let me f+ck hoe i thought you were sellin’ it (b+tch)
when they let me in the f+cked up (f+ck), when they let me win they f+cked up, who we come back again they f+cked up
dissin’ and sh+t guaranteed you get touched up (grrrr)
rag to richies, bags, and b+tchies, (bag) cash, and bl!ckys
goofy ass b+tch got flipped and passed to fifties
b+tch i just be livin’, she wanna see how we livin’, trust you for what but these b+tchies be snitching, k!lll you for what but these n+ggas be b+tchies
wipe that b+tch nose, and we leavin’ them sh+ttin’

- brokeasf lyrics

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