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prezidential candidates - prezidential cypher lyrics

[verse 1: prez]
driving ’round the city with my windows down and system up
with a couple b-tches who sipping, i’m tryna twist one up
they phones ringing over and over, so i think the gig is up
they toss ’em in they purses and drinking like they don’t give a f-ck
i’m racing an audi a8 and dammit i’m f-cking losing
my f-cking foot on the floor, and dammit this thing’s barely moving
so high that i’m parachuting, game of life and you just losing
you gonna need barometers to find out what my alt-tude is
you laughing ‘cuz how the f-ck am i doing this? i’m just a kid
i’m telling you everything we do, like i star in “skins”
we hard, going hard, and guess what? we barely begined
dammit, begun, godd-mn, i can’t feel my lips
she says, “i can’t feel my hips”, “well tell me if you feel this sh-t”
she says, “is that a louisville slugger?” i say, “b-tch that is my d-ck”
girls coming home after the club, they packing toothbrushes
boyfriends mad, well guess what? that’s the truth f-ckers
i said, that’s the truth f-ckers, smoking sour in the booth, ruckus
trouble making motherf-ckers, dropping money, f-ckin’ stuntin’
wooden chain around my neck, nike air, nike sweats
money wrapped in rubber bands, bouncing when i run up steps
jahlil beats, holla at me, what the f-ck is good?
these b-tches eying me, and i’m just wondering if i should
take ’em home wit me, smoke until we stoned hippies
inhale and p-ss it ’round then she l!ckin’ my dome quickly
i’m checking my phone b-tches, i’m texting my old b-tches
come one, come all, i fetch to throw b-tches
watch the throne b-tches, i ain’t talking hov and ‘ye
i be talking underground, talking nasty boi and prez
but we ham, this ain’t kosher, i’m spitting, nah this ain’t over
still b-tchin’? get hanged over, man, your life’s over
i need some gatorade, fed up with these g-y charades
go eat sh-t, like haters say, push you on a hand grenade

hahaha
and you know nasty boi up motherf-ckers
so you better put on a motherf-cking seat belt
and prepare yourself for the motherf-cking ride of your life
nasty boi! get ’em!

[verse 2: nasty boi] coming soon

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