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trav - presidential lyrics

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i like presidential cars, presidential b-tches
presidential rollies, i’m a presidential n-gga
my, my, my life different, my life different
my, my, my life different
and everything presidential

[verse 1: trav]
you’re f-cking with a pm presidential n-gga
ho, never been a… a n-gga, no
bent the b-tches n-gga flow, probably in that fake or foe
proud since a younger and i was busting trying to get the dough
hold up… roll up, get fold up
..let go, it’s close to us
..dead life, any beat that camp right
doing by the hundreds.. zooming on that turn pipe!
i earn stripes, you earn badges
nerve on these f-ggots, south side bulling like them average
you lock out, we lock in, what’s popping?
new york city keep it rocking

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[verse 2: jim jones]
i handle my business like the oval office
yeah, i’m still sh-tting, i’ll be over flossing
dropping head rows on my way to lamas
presidential rally, big face obama!
i had a dream, but rock on my time
b-tches on my back, cops on my life
..package, top of the line
i’m on your b-tch brain, my car gone to mine
i blew the f-ck up, like i stepped on a mine
… your ten millions, never slept with a dime
(you hear that?)
in my life i had some hoes on a mattress
life’s a movie, so you just know the actors
i’m on a different lifestyle, no..
my n-ggas moved away to make your…
they call me capo, el presidente
i’m in a coop with the roof…

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[verse 3: lloyd banks]
f-ck you gon do what i do, i ain’t human
the flyest don before me died, i play the new one
n-ggas don’t want you to win, they probably loosing
my b-tch a dime so she snotty from her body movements
i need keys to the county and money by the rumors
pyts by the bounty, on they knees see me shooter
rely on the ruger, pray to the almighty ruler
catching body after body, dead models in my future!
i’m the sh-t, look at my wit
the hermes on me, g slide with these n-ggas lis
i’m back to flip, godfather rolled a half a zip
i’m clapping cliques, call my jeweler get my platinum fix
don’t pack for trips, half a millie in my bag of tricks
rack the six, wrap the wrist, lean back i’m rich
cl-ss dismissed, mr. sixteen stacks of cris
eyecandy by the bulk, punk i average this

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