Baracka Flacka Flames - Head of the State lyrics

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I'm the head of the motherfucking state, nigga

I brought you change, nigga

What the fuck you thinking, nigga

I won't die, I'm the shit, that's what Michelle say

Secret Service but I got my own SK

See Hillary, that's my motherfucking nigga

I hang in DC with them Senate, House killers

Baracka Flocka Flame one hood-ass nigga

In the six-four bending corners, my nigga

[Verse 1]

Got a main bitch, got a mistress

A couple daughters, I'm so hood rich

My staff go hard, we be smoking

I pass bills, free shotty, no joking

And what I stand for, change, nigga

I'mma die for this country, man, I swear to god

In the trap with some killers and some hood niggas

Where you at, where's your trap, you ain't hood, nigga

Keep that shit 300, put that shit on my hood

Crips fucking with me, Gs, and the Vice Lords

Eses in the Meeko, freestyle off the dome

President Baracka Flacka Flame is fucking home

[Hook]

I'm the head of the motherfucking state nigga

Bringing change, nigga

What the fuck you thinking, nigga

I won't die for this shit, no matter what they say

Secret Service but I got my own SK

See Oprah that's my motherfuckin' nigga

We hang in the Chi with them hit squad killers

Oprah Flacka Flame one hood-ass nigga

Riding real slow, bending corners, my nigga

[Verse 2]

What's up prissy nigga, what's up punk nigga

I got on that nigga, make your mama's mama get ya

Hope you got your killers with you, hope you got your niggas with ya

Hope your goons riding wit ya, they gon' fucking miss you nigga

Catch me in the hood, eating barbeque

When my father died, I said fuck school

I put a nice suit on and got some marijuana

Eight years later, George Bush was a goner

I run the military, nigga, if you want that beef

I give a long-ass speech and put your ass to sleep

Shorty, talk is cheap, so watch what you say

I'm the president of the fucking USA

[Hook]

I'm the head of the motherfucking state, nigga

I brought you change nigga

What the fuck you thinking, nigga

I won't die for this shit no matter what they say

Front yard, broad day with the SK

See, Michelle, that's my motherfucking nigga

We hang in DC with them CIA killers

Baracka Flocka Flame one hood-ass nigga

Riding real slow, bending corners, my nigga