Soulja Boy - Dead Presidents lyrics

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Whipping up this work and my wrist game so excellent

Riding through the hood and I feel like I’m the president

Young hood nigga, with a million dollar residence

I want them dead presidents, want them dead presidents

Whipping up this work and my wrist game so excellent

Riding through the hood and I feel like I’m the president

Young hood nigga, with a million dollar residence

I want them dead presidents, want them dead presidents

Whipping up this work and my wrist game so excellent

Riding through the hood and I feel like I’m the president

50,000 dollars on Soulja Boy necklace

Hopping out the foreign whip, I’m feeling like the president

Everything I smoke it be loud packing no

All my niggas on the low and they coming from the go

And this Forgi on the floor, 50 K from head to toe

I be dressed in Gucci shit, I be walking barely keys

Beat it like I’m playing soccer, you can eat that red lobster

You ain’t on this fucking loud and that mushy calamari

And I’m whipping up this work, baking soda with this work

And I’m hopping out the work, skrr skrr skurr and overt

On that jet I finesse, let ‘em flex, have the plug

Bring them up, all the drugs, all this luck, we’re unplugged

Running round on the drum, we can shoot it out for fun

Young Soulja’s on one, everybody know where I’m from

Whipping up this work and my wrist game so excellent

Riding through the hood and I feel like I’m the president

Young hood nigga, with a million dollar residence

I want them dead presidents, want them dead presidents

Whipping up this work and my wrist game so excellent

Riding through the hood and I feel like I’m the president

Young hood nigga, with a million dollar residence

I want them dead presidents, want them dead presidents

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

Making rizy rocket got me feeling like the president

Brothers pay me every week, I feel like a reverend

I got work for cheap, nigga shout out to my Mexicans

Catch me with a bad bitch and I bet she arrogant

Her head game is talented, my whip game so excellent

I can’t keep a plug ‘cause a nigga keep finessin’ them

I’m smoking kush with Soulja in a million dollar residence

I ain’t talking Nike but Ebone he got a check on it

And if I’m in the hood then he probably got a tech on him

Whipping up this work and my wrist game so excellent

Riding through the hood and I feel like I’m the president

Young hood nigga, with a million dollar residence

I want them dead presidents, want them dead presidents

Whipping up this work and my wrist game so excellent

Riding through the hood and I feel like I’m the president

Young hood nigga, with a million dollar residence

I want them dead presidents, want them dead presidents