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c.m.l. & philthy rich - dead presidents lyrics

[intro: c.m.l]
(mmm, [?], i like this)
what’s happenin’, n+gga?
’bout these dead presidents, get your mind knocked out, n+gga, boog, what’s brackin’?
ayy, philthy, we got these n+ggas in they feelings
yo

[verse 1: c.m.l.]
the benz all black, the rims all red
and the funk ain’t over ’til all of y’all n+ggas dead
hit him in his head, i know you hate the way he bled
now put him in a bag and shake him up like a spread
them dead presidents’d have you waitin’ on a n+gga
the closest n+ggas to you get to hatin’ on a n+gga
you knockin’ from a distance, blood, that’s why you grazin’ n+ggas
i’m creepin’ with this fully, tryna facial me a n+gga
he braggin’ ’bout a body like n0body else ain’t got one
catch you in your car smokin’ weed like, “i got one”
he thought it was a game until i aimed then i popped one
he was downfield wide open so he caught one
and if it ain’t about them blues, b+tch, i ain’t in the mood
we’d run up in your stash house and tell you not to move
everything that you’ve been workin’ for you about to lose
and it’s an unsolved homicide ’cause we don’t leave no clues
the root of all evil, chrome desert eagle
i think i’m gettin’ followed by this beat+up+ass regal
i’m tryna read n+ggas, i’m feelin’ like mrs. cleo
talkin’ dead presidents, result of roster and kilo
on my mama ‘nem, n+gga, i’m as real as they make ’em
if i say i f+cks with you, i ain’t doin’ no fakin’
me and philthy goin’ live, got these b+tch n+ggas hatin’
me and boog in iraq cleaning guns in the bas+m+nt
homies actin’ like they mad, for the moves that i made
n+ggas speakin’ on my name like i don’t love jej
pull up to your mama house and jump out with this gauge
and chase your ass around this core like the lady of rage
[chorus: c.m.l. & cashcl!ck boog]
about them dead presidents you lose your life, lil’ n+gga
you got a problem with the gang, it’s on sight, lil’ n+gga
knock the ghost up out your body with this pipe, lil’ n+gga
you said i’m a b+tch, don’t believe the hype, lil’ n+gga
you got somethin’ on your chest, go’n and speak up, n+gga
and get that low that you ridin’ in beat up, n+gga (what up?)
haters tuck they chains in when they see us, n+gga
we in the fast lane, you better try to keep up, n+gga (cl!ck, look)

[verse 2: cashcl!ck boog]
knock his soul out his body, he a ghost now
gotta keep the easy banger on you, it can go down (it can go down)
the one that’s doin’ the most talkin’ catch the most rounds
got a b+tch that’s boostin’ clothes, she from ghost town (she from ghost town)
was on the block runnin’ plays, i’m the coach now (ayy)
call all the plays, loco, make him bring the he+rs+ out (bring the he+rs+ out)
doin’ somebody paperwork, man, how that work out? (how that work out?)
my n+ggas keep it stitched lip, n+gga, closed mouth (closed mouth)
n+ggas talkin’ body talk like i ain’t body dog
i know i caught a body by the way i seen the body fall (by the way i seen the body fall)
when i jumped off the porch, y’all was not involved (y’all was not involved)
so i ain’t worried ’bout them n+ggas, brodie, not at all ([?], not at all)
two shots, a cold k!ller like some tylenol (like some tylenol)
[?] never caught a body, he just lyin’ to y’all (he just lyin’ to y’all)
[?] jump out that rental, ain’t no 9s involved
if we hoppin’ out that rental, ain’t no 9s involved
[chorus: c.m.l. & philthy rich]
about them dead presidents you lose your life, lil’ n+gga
you got a problem with the gang, it’s on sight, lil’ n+gga
knock the ghost up out your body with this pipe, lil’ n+gga
you said i’m a b+tch, don’t believe the hype, lil’ n+gga
you got somethin’ on your chest, go’n and speak up, n+gga
and get that low that you ridin’ in beat up, n+gga
haters tuck they chains in when they see us, n+gga (ayy, it’s philthy, n+gga)
we in the fast lane, you better try to keep up, n+gga (uh, look)

[verse 3: philthy rich]
the benz all white, rims all black (foreign)
my bottom b+tch white, other b+tch black (thumped down)
hundred thou’ when she chose up, all facts (swear to god)
the b+tch f+gged off and i don’t want a bag (it’s philthy)
shoutout to iraq, ho, southset (salute)
we’ll rob you for your pack and make you buy it back (it’s up)
please don’t confuse me with these n+ggas that rap (uh+uh)
even though it sound good, we both know it’s cap (phil)
get you touched for some change speakin’ on my name (chump change)
five+o investigatin’, tweakin’ on the gang (is that right?)
these n+ggas can’t keep up, stay up in your lane (do that)
eighty thousand on this rollie, i don’t rock it plain (it’s phil)
it’s still f+ck dame fame, ain’t a thing changed (p+ssy)
petrified of big bro, free that n+gga mane (ayy, free that n+gga mane)
n+gga gotta catch a body, wanna get a name (god)
and my past so cloudy, felt a lot of pain
it’s philthy
[chorus: c.m.l.]
about them dead presidents you lose your life, lil’ n+gga
you got a problem with the gang, it’s on sight, lil’ n+gga
knock the ghost up out your body with this pipe, lil’ n+gga
you said i’m a b+tch, don’t believe the hype, lil’ n+gga
you got somethin’ on your chest, go’n and speak up, n+gga
and get that low that you ridin’ in beat up, n+gga
haters tuck they chains in when they see us, n+gga
we in the fast lane, you better try to keep up, n+gga

[verse 4: prince dreda]
ayy
n+gga dreda with that k to let that k go
’cause i’m an a+hole like jaaybo with that draco’ (graah, graah)
bring rifle bullets for the pistol ’cause it take those (yup, yup)
fn, get it in, four shots, eight holes (bah, bah)
make goals, ’cause old bread make more (ayy, ayy)
case closed, slug head straight poles
slide with iron like you typed in the gate code (slide)
open fire ’til the course stop like the gate closed (die, die)
n+gga, i’ma make a point, i ain’t gon’ make a post (look, look)
paramedics made it to him, he didn’t make it, though
you can take it how you take it, really take it slow
brodie said he need the hold a 40, told him take it, go
last n+gga tried to get get, he died a geek (yup)
we be catchin’ bodies, freeze tag, hide and seek (went)
poured a pint with this sh+t everywhere i be
got him if we spot him right before somebody bodied him

[chorus: c.m.l.]
about them dead presidents you lose your life, lil’ n+gga
you got a problem with the gang, it’s on sight, lil’ n+gga
knock the ghost up out your body with this pipe, lil’ n+gga
you said i’m a b+tch, don’t believe the hype, lil’ n+gga
you got somethin’ on your chest, go’n and speak up, n+gga
and get that low that you ridin’ in beat up, n+gga
haters tuck they chains in when they see us, n+gga
we in the fast lane, you better try to keep up, n+gga

- c m l philthy rich lyrics

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