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ty - dead presidents lyrics

[hook x2:]
do it for the dead presidents, do it for the dead presidents
do it for the dead presidents, wanna see you do it for the dead presidents

[verse 1: ty dolla $ign]
make it clap on a handstand
hold it with no hands
can you take it from the [?] or would you run like [?]
girl can you vibe like a ducati, fast like a ferrari
flip you over on your back, it sound like shaq
she like it when i f-ck her from the side
she like to drink hennessey and get high
out of town b-tches come through here with [?]
all these hoes be on the same things
baby want em all but they all rich and famous
f-cking ball players and entertainers
rolling blunts up, but you know i smoke papers
and b-tch don’t you know i’m taylor
i’m a mack, i’m a player
if she about her paper
lames can’t call her
she only f-ck with ballers
i tell her like

[hook]

[verse 2: juicy j]
go ahead and show a n-gg- something
bust it open, let a n-gg- touch it
show a n-gg- that you ain’t bluffing
if i tip anymore, we f-cking
do it for the dead presidents
give me head like my name bill clinton
i know you ain’t got no limits
tell your boyfriend to mind his business
spend a night with me, that’s priceless
rubber bands on her, she dyking
shawty do it like a pro, tryna act like she don’t like it
them n-gg-s gon be upset
they mad, they hate
that cheddar get her naked, she suck d-ck for a small donation
if it ain’t bout money stop talking
i ain’t with it if i can’t make a profit
broke n-gg-s can’t stand next to me unless they got my deposits
spark mike jordan up, boy i love broccoli
i lift off just like a rocket
know y’all f-ck n-gg-s still talking but i can’t hear you over my pockets

[hook]

[verse 3: rich homie quan]
you won’t get in my residence
i got a concierge sitting at the gate
stacking them dead presidents
feeling like lorenzo tate
i bet them dead presidents will make her stay
i bet a dead president will make her get naked
talking bout she [?], till i whip my d-ck out, now she want to f-ck
b-tch i need dead presidents
the b-tch got mad cause i’m f-cking her friend
show me one through my phone, you don’t find the evidence
these b-tches ain’t sh-t, she’ll leave that n-gg- for all these dead presidents
my swag on 1 plus 99
started with the mid, graduated to a dime
can’t touch this sh-t n-gg-, hammer time
i got a trust fund waiting on my grandson
can’t touch this sh-t, can’t touch this sh-t n-gg-
what you gon do quan? shoot it at his head
bank roll fold like a futon, n-gg- i ain’t playing
n-gg- ain’t change, the money did, dumb-ss
the money ain’t the same
now i’m cutting [?]
lil shawty got a dumb -ss
imma tell her to bend that -ss over and

[hook]

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