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lauren declasse - dead presidents lyrics

hook]
came up flexing
now i’m getting money
b-tches say they love a nigga
i ain’t stressing
man i’m talking hundred
dollar, dollar, dollar bills about benjamins
conglomerate all in my pocket
time to bring out dead presidents
ball in my city
came, came up flexing
now i’m getting money
b-tches say they love a nigga
i ain’t stressing
man i’m talking hundred
dollar, dollar, dollar bills about benjamins
conglomerate all in my pocket
time to bring out dead presidents
ball in my city

[verse]
kick it, flip it, whip it, i don’t give a fuck
i need my money triple digits
b-tch is you tripping, tripping, tripping
i don’t pick em up
i think it’s plenty women with us
wishing to witness the flicka da wrist (look at da flicka da wrist)
whipping water, baking soda, break a quarter, flip it
take an order, make an order, get it
got to pick apart opinions, ain’t no point in pissing
i’m already shitting, niggas know the mission
please don’t try an diss us, they gon try dismissing
we gon charge admissions, you don’t want to miss it
humblest beginnings, making of a legend
me and marlo in this shit
like mikey and leonardo in this shit
yall niggas is circus acts, need a leotard
or put a tee upon them, all i see is targets

[hook]
came up flexing
now i’m getting money
b-tches say they love a nigga
i ain’t stressing
man i’m talking hundred
dollar, dollar, dollar bills about benjamins
conglomerate all in my pocket
time to bring out dead presidents
ball in my city
came, came up flexing
now i’m getting money
b-tches say they love a nigga
i ain’t stressing
man i’m talking hundred
dollar, dollar, dollar bills about benjamins
conglomerate all in my pocket
time to bring out dead presidents
ball in my city

[verse]
i got a will for the work
i had the pills and the syrup
sipping, leaning, speech is moving slurred
steady speeding, steaming catching feenies at the curb
whipping demons, deacon intervening just to get a piece
i meet him at the church
repent to jesus, beiber best believe it
i’m at the service serving sermons and the purp
(hol up!)
in a black suburban swerving
packs or kermit
burning back to back to pack to pack
to pat their backs, they burping
back to facts
i murder every track and verse
it’s every cat against a taxidermist
past the the current, against the tide
i’m backing currents
back to working, step aside
attack ain’t working
beg for mercy, suicide like black insurgents
grab the gurney
who am i ?
soon a nigga try, i put a dot into his eye
three inside his mind, leave you yelling illuminati
put your right beside his side if you decided to cosign

- lauren declasse lyrics

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