Lauren Decla**e - Dead Presidents lyrics

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Lauren Decla**e - Dead Presidents lyrics

Hook] Came up flexing Now I'm getting money b**hes say they love a n***a I ain't stressing Man I'm talking hundred Dollar, Dollar, Dollar bills about Benjamins Conglomerate all in my pocket Time to bring out Dead Presidents Ball in my city Came, Came up flexing Now I'm getting money b**hes say they love a n***a I ain't stressing Man I'm talking hundred Dollar, Dollar, Dollar bills about Benjamins Conglomerate all in my pocket Time to bring out Dead Presidents Ball in my city [Verse] Kick it, flip it, whip it, I don't give a f** I need my money triple digits b**h is you tripping, tripping, tripping I don't pick em up I think it's plenty women with us Wishing to witness the flicka da wrist (look at da flicka da wrist) Whipping water, baking soda, break a quarter, flip it Take an order, make an order, get it Got to pick apart opinions, Ain't no point in pissing I'm already sh**ting, n***as know the mission Please don't try an diss us, they gon try dismissing We gon charge admissions, you don't want to miss it Humblest beginnings, making of a legend Me and Marlo in this sh** Like Mikey and Leonardo in this sh** Yall n***as is circus acts, need a leotard Or put a tee upon them, all I see is targets [Hook] Came up flexing Now I'm getting money b**hes say they love a n***a I ain't stressing Man I'm talking hundred Dollar, Dollar, Dollar bills about Benjamins Conglomerate all in my pocket Time to bring out Dead Presidents Ball in my city Came, Came up flexing Now I'm getting money b**hes say they love a n***a I ain't stressing Man I'm talking hundred Dollar, Dollar, Dollar bills about Benjamins Conglomerate all in my pocket Time to bring out Dead Presidents Ball in my city [Verse] I got a will for the work I had the pills and the syrup Sipping, leaning, speech is moving slurred Steady speeding, steaming catching feenies at the curb Whipping demons, deacon intervening just to get a piece I meet him at the church Repent to Jesus, Beiber best believe it I'm at the service serving sermons and the purp (Hol Up!) In a black suburban swerving Packs or Kermit Burning back to back to pack to pack To pat their backs, They burping Back to Facts I murder every track and verse It's every Cat against a taxidermist Past the the current, against the tide I'm backing currents Back to working, Step aside Attack ain't working Beg for mercy, Suicide like black insurgents Grab the gurney Who am I ? Soon a n***a try, I put a dot into his eye Three inside his mind, leave you yelling illuminati Put your right beside his side if you decided to cosign [Hook] Came up flexing Now I'm getting money b**hes say they love a n***a I ain't stressing Man I'm talking hundred Dollar, Dollar, Dollar bills about Benjamins Conglomerate all in my pocket Time to bring out Dead Presidents Ball in my city Came, Came up flexing Now I'm getting money b**hes say they love a n***a I ain't stressing Man I'm talking hundred Dollar, Dollar, Dollar bills about Benjamins Conglomerate all in my pocket Time to bring out Dead Presidents Ball in my city