Dead Presidents

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Rather you than me
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If you've been fucking with me since
 Port of Miami
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It's been hell of a fucking journey
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M-M-Maybach Music
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Ain't nun' changed nigga
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Lil' stronger, lil' wiser, maybe a 
lil' more violent
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Blame it on America
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Fuck it
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Beat Billionaire

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
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I'm pulling off the lot, I bought 
    Em
it cash
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Her future bright, don't give a 
              Em
fuck about her past
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Her ass be looking good inside the
   Em
 leggings
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But I notice that she missing all 
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her edges
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I run the game just by running 
      Em
with the felons
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Poor attitude, and got rich nigga 
    Em
calisthenics
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Walking in the courtroom, sipping 
      Em
on a beverage
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I know the judge, so I got a lot 
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of leverage
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Pissing on these bitches is a 
      Em
fetish (R. Kelly)
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Fully loaded .60s smoking on a 
      Em
seven (all ready)
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Your dawg get a dime, you never 
          Em
wrote a letter
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Still in a box, got her rapping 
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acapella
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Can't trust no people fucking with
      Em
 the reverend
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I got a chopper, but don't make me
      Em
 be the devil
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He knocking on the door and know 
      Em
the password
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Gave me his blessings, boy I'm 
          G
hotter than the last verse

[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti ]
Bm                         
Dead presidents, dead d-dead 
             Em
presidents
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Dead presidents, dead, them dead 
         Em
presidents
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They go to war, yeah, all my lil' 
      Em
niggas militant
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Let's go to trial, we guilty til' 
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proven innocent
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Dead presidents, dead d-dead 
             Em
presidents
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Dead presidents, dead d-dead 
             Em
presidents
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Fed sentences, fed, f-fed 
      Em
sentences
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Let's go to trial, we guilty til' 
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proven innocent

[Verse 2: Future]
N.C
I got thirty white bitches like 
Tommy Lee
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I make drug money, nigga, I make 
         Em
blood money
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On my third passport, and I'm 
            Em
geechie as fuck
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I got wet stripper pussy at the 
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airport
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I got Bowlingreen dollars on my 
          Em
chopper
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Bussing down a hundred bills in 
      Em
the bath tub
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Fuck this Philippine pussy in some
      Em
 house shoes
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I got dope money, nigga, I got war
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 wounds
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Get to the clutching on the 
      Em
hammer, ain't no dance moves
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I was posted on the stoop, hanging
           Em
 with my Haitians
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The murder's on the news, all 
   Em
front pages
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Young niggas catching bodies, 
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ain't no relations
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I was stacking Ben Franks in 
      Em
Labasa, Fiji
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They rob you two times in a row, 
           Em
that's a repeat
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And I'm fucking niggas hoes cause 
      Em
they easy
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I'm in here fucking niggas wives, 
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balls breezy
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She gotta fuck me like she love 
      Em
me, like she need me
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I got my Maybach flooded out with 
      Em
extra TVs
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I make a movie every single 
      Em
fucking day
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I John Travolta when I flaunt that
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 Patek face

[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti ]
Bm                         
Dead presidents, dead d-dead 
             Em
presidents
Bm                             
Dead presidents, dead, them dead 
         Em
presidents
Bm                                
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' 
      Em
niggas militant
Bm                                
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' 
      G
proven innocent
Bm                         
Dead presidents, dead d-dead 
             Em
presidents
Bm                         
Dead presidents, dead d-dead 
             Em
presidents
Bm                                
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed 
      Em
sentences
Bm                                
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' 
       G
proven innocent

[Verse 3: Jeezy]
Let's go!
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Hands on these niggas, got the 
           Em
yellow bracelet
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Check off in my pocket like the 
          Em
yellow pages
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Fuck you niggas was, when I was 
      Em
ashy nigga
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Loafers in the chop, I keep it 
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classy nigga
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Build a empire, yeah that's what 
            Em
my state of mind
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Motherfuck 'em all, yeah that's 
      Em
what my state of mind
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Keep the block sober there, we 
      Em
call it Lego land
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Meanwhile the kids smoking like 
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it's Amsterdam
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Dope boy prez, you know who got 
    Em
the truths
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Sixteen when I bought my first 
    Em
rollie
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Legend in my hood just like I'm 
   Em
Escobar
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Never ride dirties in the extra car

[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti ]
Bm                         
Dead presidents, dead d-dead 
             Em
presidents
Bm                             
Dead presidents, dead, them dead 
         Em
presidents
Bm                                
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' 
      Em
niggas militant
Bm                                
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' 
      G
proven innocent
Bm                         
Dead presidents, dead d-dead 
             Em
presidents
Bm                         
Dead presidents, dead d-dead 
             Em
presidents
Bm                                
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed 
      Em
sentences
Bm                                
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' 
       G
proven innocent