Soulja Boy - Dead Presidents lyrics

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Soulja Boy - Dead Presidents lyrics

(feat. Ebone) [Hook: x2] Whippin up this work and my wrist game so excellent Ridin through the hood and I feel like I'm the president Young hood n***a, with a million dollar residence I want them dead presidents, want them dead presidents [Verse 1:] Whippin up this work and my wrist game so excellent Ridin through the hood and I feel just like them presidents 50000$ on Soulja Boy necklace Hoppin out the foreign whip, I'm feelin like the president Everything I smoke, it be loud packin no All my n***as on the low and they comin from the go And this Forgi on the floor, 50k from head to toe I be dressed in Gucci sh**, I be walkin barely keys Beat it like I'm playin something, you can eat that red lobster You ain't on this f**in loud and that mushy calamari And I'm whippin up this work, baking soda with this work And I'm hoppin out the work, skru skru skurr then over On that jet I finesse, let em flex, have the plug Bring them up, all the d**, all this luck, we're unplugged Runnin round on the drum, we can shoot it out for fun Young Souljas on one Everybody know Soulja [Hook: x2] Whippin up this work and my wrist game so excellent Ridin through the hood and I feel like I'm the president Young hood n***a, with a million dollar residence I want them dead presidents, want them dead presidents [Verse 2:] I want them dead presidents, I want them dead presidents Look up in my pocket man, ain't nothing but dead presidents Just that fellow Versace when I spend the dead president Makin rizy rocket got me feelin like the president Brothers pay me every week, I feel like a reverend I got work for cheap, n***a shout out to my Mexicans Catch me with a bad b**h and I bet she arrogant Her head game is talented, my whip game so excellent I can't keep a plug cause a n***a keep finessin them I'm smoking kush with Soulja in a million dollar residence I ain't talkin Nike but Ebone he got a check on it And if I'm in the hood then he probably got a tech on him [Hook: x2] I'm whippin up this work and my wrist game so excellent Ridin through the hood and I feel like I'm the president Young hood n***a, with a million dollar residence I want them dead presidents, want them dead presidents