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Dead Presidents

アーティスト:J.Cole 

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Let me try this, Uh, Yeah Money coming soon, I'm out for Presidents to represent me, What up nigga? Yea niggaaaa, yea, uh, Gimmie my money, man, why else would a nigga be grinding? (right) I'm for them diamonds, dog, how else could a nigga be shining?(true) I'm glowing, knowing that the flow intact, Get this record deal, I swear to God, my first 'mil I'm blowing that! (haha) Now, like fuck it I know I'll grow it back, shit, it's nothing, Funny how blacks spend their money on mad shit for stuntin,'(yea) But shit, that's all we know man, thats how a niggas raised (true), You learn bout two things: getting pussy, getting paid. (uh) And you should be gettin' laid by the time you in ninth grade, So niggas lying on they dick and hoes giving nice brain, yea. In class dreamin' bout having these nice things, (uh) And then you look around and wonder why you strugglin' But them whites ain't. (hmmm) I brush it off like, "fuck it, it's motivation,"(yea) Some niggas gotta walk through life, some niggas roller skating, (uh) Some niggas bypassing steps, some niggas chose to take 'em. (yea) And for that fortune, man, some niggas sold their soul to Satan, But fuck it man, I ain't hatin,' I gotta go for mines. My little God-sister pregnant now, I put in overtime, On my grind, yea, just like the nigga making Fortunes,


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