Dom Kennedy - Bun B for President lyrics

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Dom Kennedy - Bun B for President lyrics

[Verse 1: J. Cole] Below that Mason Dixon my residence Dirty South Confederate Ay we should hold election's I say Bun B for President He represent them Real n***as TX to ATL to NC yea them Ville n***as Them Trill n***as chill n***a this that rider sh** My bottom b**h say "I'm not a b**h boy I got a b**h" I keep her a** in Prada sh** These rappers counterfeit I potty train n***as yea this that "teach you how to" sh** I'm 'bout to sh** my minds the Glock my mouth's the clip My words is bullets I'm 'bout to spit I'll leave you leakin you lay in pieces As if the streets a couch and sh** You see me on my bouncin sh** Watch how I put you out this sh** Man I'm makin so much money gotta pay somebody to count this sh** Probably gonna make my accountant sick Boy I'm higher than a mountain's get These new n***as ain't talkin bout nothin Cause it's obvious they ain't been around this sh** So they bound to split When they go down, profound with these pronouns Ladies lovin J. Cole now So you better not bring yo ho round [Hook] You know the residence Dirty South Confederate Ay we should hold election's I say Bun B for President He represent them Real n***as TX to ATL to NC yea them Ville n***as Them Trill n***as Hey [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] You know I represent, West Side Checkin in If we gone hold elections I say Bun B for President He represent them Ville n***as That get yo money up without no record n***a That's real n***a, Hey Make this left, we gone take it out West I hope n***as don't really mind I was just payin my respects "The Game Belongs To Me" is what I be bangin out my deck And I can understand why n***as sayin Dom is next Let's talk about now though I'm still the new n***a these new n***as look out for "Well Damn Joe" that's what Chicago n***as greet me with These n***as really not eatin Watch who you see me with Wait till a n***a blow up, watch who you peep me with I only want her for tonight man you can keep this b**h Peep this sh** I got my 20's Got my 50's I got my hundreds I got my 1's A new night, a new city I did my show I gotta run To the kids of America and all these f**ing slums If you want to be King then I suggest you vote for Bun A real n***a know, when a real n***a's done If you want to be a King then I suggest you vote for Bun Like that