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gunna - dead presidents lyrics

[intro: gunna]
(hoodrich keem, i’m thinkin’ bout signin’ that guy)
yeah

[chorus: gunna]
new raf stance, imma drip when i dance
imma count these bands, i’ll fly then land
they ain’t give me no chance, or give me advance
now it’s [?] out a benz, new cartier lens
dead presidents, dead presidents, these dead presidents
these dead presidents, these dead presidents, these dead presidents

[verse 1: gunna]
yeah, i cannot switch, yeah
imma drip with my clique
had to stop right quick, yeah
lemme pop my sh+t, take the top off my 6
makin’ money like mitch, all hundreds, i’m rick
playboi bunnies, they lay in my crib
bust a nut and we lit, boy don’t play with that cl+t
count it up and we hit one
buy a big house in the hills
do this sh+t with no deal
imma go and get a mill’
young n+gga stayin’ trill
gotta get it how you live
[chorus: gunna]
new raf stance, imma drip when i dance
imma count these bands, i’ll fly then land
they ain’t give me no chance, or give me advance
now it’s [?] out a benz, new cartier lens
dead presidents, dead presidents, these dead presidents
these dead presidents, these dead presidents, these dead presidents

[verse 2: lil duke]
yeah, boy the lean i’m pourin’
drippin’ in brand new rick owens
i just flew back in from tourin’
[?], can’t come in the mornin’(racks)
used to be nothin’ and i turned important
if that, b+tch ain’t no barbie she can’t get in my foreign
skrrr, i’m outta here
land in new york and we shoppin’ at barney’s
came a long way from that block, it was stormin’
i gotta keep it in motion
i gotta grind and i gotta stay focused
stay on your ten and somebody gon’ notice you
i just be gettin’ it in like i’m sposed’ to
i’m back on my feet like i never left
don’t need no b+tch, i’m better by myself
imma make it, i won’t settle for less
came out the hood, i came up off of finesse
but i be thankin’ the lord that i’m blessed
sendin’ me blessings and i cannot stress
ran this sh+t up and i don’t gotta flex
f+ck these lil b+tches, i’m chasin’ a check
don’t wanna f+ck, i want face and some neck
geeked up, outer sp+ce, just like a cadet
we out in vegas and we makin’ bets
just landed in la on a private jet
i’m so hood rich like keem
draco on me with a beam
roll up a blunt, b+tch imma stunt
bought the new .40 with new saint laurent (duke)
[chorus: gunna]
new raf stance, imma drip when i dance
imma count these bands, i’ll fly then land
they ain’t give me no chance, or give me advance
now it’s [?] out a benz, new cartier lens
dead presidents, dead presidents, these dead presidents
these dead presidents, these dead presidents, these dead presidents

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