N-Dex - 2 Known (Presidential Trap House) lyrics

[Intro: Dex Kwasi] Turn the f**ing beat up Worzop? Yesu! Whoa whoa [Verse 1: Dex Kwasi] The young hustler you can call him D E X Kwasi Mami please say the Kwasi You gon need an application I be giving you the work, then Africans we want Mercedes Got a mansion back in Mansfield but we trapping in OKC And my all time Kanye West album Graduation And my main motivation? When I see my homey make it Codeine with citric acid cause these hoes way too basic I'm on TV now I f** my ladies in remote location You can tell by how u say it , there's a hint of slight hating Leather seats with the suede, Feeling smoother than a baby For the gwop she's fornicating I'm on Hefner going eighty Dr. Scholls with Patrick Mohrs it prevents my feet from aching You can tell my whole story to the ones coming after They let me in for five minutes a n***a caused a disaster This is a story for the Gods, obviously I'm not If I k** your track sorry for your loss, sorry for the floss [Bridge: Dex Kwasi] Uhuh Yeah Yeah Whoa whoa whoa [Verse 2: Dex Kwasi] I'm young Africano, I never worked at McDowells I always say Jeezoss, I pull yo b**h in f**ing sandals My favorite word is Bando, I don't know what it stand for I'm sitting in a Lambo, I'm soldier, she commando Was on the beach with Sand n***a b**hes it was random They told me life's a b**h so don't think you're way too handsome For her we hungry for this food u see us going thru these samples That boy crossing over so u better watch your ankles The police here don't give a f** they stomping like Kirk Franklin No tea job I always tell these hoes I'm into banking Ballers we be on some Danky Danky Player haters get found stanky stanky You can tell my whole story to the ones coming after They let me in for five minutes a n***a caused a disaster This is a story for the Gods, obviously I'm not If I k** your track sorry for your loss, sorry for the floss