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prezidential candidates - brown paper bag (remix) lyrics

[intro: nasty boi & (prez)]
(unforgivable, let’s go)
dpalm and, prez kt

[hook: dre]
brown paper bag
brown paper bag

(dpalm)

[verse 1: nasty boi]
ladies and gents, i am a martian
i’m out of this world, no abortion
living on eighteen years, i’m marking
this territory mine is sparkling
my boys on the left selling
my boys on the right selling
i’m just getting my fair share of the cash flow
like ace hood, gonna put it in a bag, h-ll yeah that brown
buy an ounce of headies, take it to the shop to roll
as known as bobby’s backyard
call it that bonfire ish
that’s right, it’s that bonfire ish
that bonfire ish is making me millions
piling it up, like a bunch of brazilians
sitting on the corner ’til the po-po drive by
just like jackie chan, i’ma pull a shanghai
on any motherf-cker who ain’t got dough
yeah, that’s right i’ll slap a hoe
i’ve gotta be in one job, i’m working overtime
selling, smoking, murdering, ain’t that crime?
i should be the head of the mafia
at the rate i’m going, i’ma have to flee like, “sayanara”
i make whitey bulger look like a fruitcake
gucci mane with me, baking that cake
and yes we party like rockstars, put that money in the bank
you know we trap stars, making dolla dolla bills y’all

[verse 2: prez]
(p-r-e-z)
cop flies by me while i’m sipping on this sizzurp
god spared me another day, so i’m grateful for this dessert
purple sprite, easter pink, call it what the f-ck you like
i’m wobbling, i’m high, and i’m eating cake like a dyk-
let me explain, the suffering, the pain
the losing of the game, tryna remember names
as i tip, got the brown paper bag, let it slip
now they calling me enemy of the state, like will smith
i got a thousand of that brown paper bag money
this for my homies that had money, mad money
mad money like jim cramer, and i’m a bull
imagine what would’ve happened to kramer if them clips was full
sitting up in my caddy transporting weight
moving kilos and bricks at an alarming rate
drop the fo-fo on these clowns like pennywise
blood spilling from they mouths like cherry pies
and i know one thing, if i die tomorrow
all these up-and-coming rappers, my rhymes they gonna borrow
f-ck that i gotta protect what’s mine
i know dpalm will be swingin’ like jungle vines
i’m out

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