Lyrics:
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
the president call me Obama,
from summer to summer i feel like Osama,
see i get checks before i get paid,
i get chicks n i get laid,
fucking ur bitch n she stuck
he giving his whole life away(Life awaaaay!), just to make pay
Because the struggle where we from and the gutter is where we stay
Dear Mr. President
.L!
Oh Mr.L!
Oh Mr.L!
Oh Mr.L!
How can I help when no one's listening,
You can stare away but these flames are glistening,
Energy you are kiss'n so sing,
saying
The President signed something? (Alright Mr. Pilla)
Shut up
This doesn't involve you
Mr. Pilla, you need to keep your mouth shut
I think it quite
Bought by a town
Bought by a country
It's time my man Jamal to come
Meet Mr. Malkski
They set em up the riddim
Sit down, me Billy boy
A-B-C-D-E-F-G,
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president
I ain't got a dang thing for them ones in red caps
The slogan on that hat won't my president who said that
It won't my president who said that
And I
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
This song right here is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from, lost
J.N.: "I can make a bigger splash than you!"
Jimmy: "Oh yeah, give it a shot."
[While jumping up and down on diving board]
J.N.: "Can opener!"
[Big
Oh yeah, oh yeah (yeah) pull up, pull up
Pull up, on gang (Oh woah)
Mr ice Cream man (Ice)
Mr ice Cream man (Cream)
Mr ice Cream man (Ice)
Mr ice
on the seventh, my n-
By the way, is a ghetto up in heaven, my n-? (Jesus)
If it is, keep the chariot revvin' my n-, yeah (Lord)
That's what my momma be sayin'
call me "Mr. President"
Komm, wir fahr'n in meinem Cadillac
Zeit vergeht doch so schnell, doch ich pack die Koffer ein und fahr zum Hotel
Hol Up'
Wie sie
One day
Get ready
Get ready
Get ready
One day
When I grow up
I wanna shoot for president
Shoot for president
One day
When I grow up
I wanna shoot
-
By the way, is a ghetto up in heaven, my n-? (Jesus)
If it is, keep the chariot revvin' my n-, yeah (Lord)
That's what my mama be sayin'
And before
Mr. Incognito, Incognito
Mr. Incognito, Incognito
Mr. Incognito, Incognito
Mr. Incognito, Incognito
Mr. Incognito, Incognito
Mr. Incognito,
happened to San Fran young girl hit by policeman
Twelve shots up in her dome, damn
Niggas thought we slept but the architect sent
The Pentagon's from
what happened to San Fran young girl hit by policeman
Twelve shots up in her dome, damn
Niggaz thought we slept but the architect sent
the suntan lotion?"
[Momma:] "It's under the chair baby.
You gonna lube up yer cock and balls and wack it for a little bit?"
[J.N.:] "Uhh, no. I'm just
stock up and go like I'm Mr. T (what?)
I wan' ride the new Rolls or that Bentley B (that Bentley B)
Yeah, we gon' cop some Chanel, the double C (that
recreational spot
Investin' on di yute dem, believe in all a di yute dem
Stop pressure down di yute, stop blind, well then
Mr. President
We tired, we
Hennessy “HAHAhahahahah”
Im like god damn man I really gotta get away
From all the things up my brain that make me feel afraid
Cuz I been caught up in my
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