Presidents ft. Lil Tek Lyrics

Goat bleats

Nigga

Mmmh

Nigga talking 'bout they steppin'

They ain't step on shit

Nigga talking 'bout they reppin'

Well what you reppin' bitch? (Homixide, Homixide)

I put hands on all my opps, I don't use no weapon bitch

When you see a opp you stretch em' don't even leave no evidence

I'm stacking up that cheese everyday, I want dead presidents

Lil' baby might be a demon but when she get on her knees, she heaven sent

Nigga trying to be gangster in this bitch, knowing that he tellin' shit

Nigga you a rat, you got exposed, I ain't smelling it

I don't fuck with Master Splinter

Throw him in a snake cage

You can bring me a Navy, USA & get some easy pape'

Niggas out here saving hoes & shit

I never wore a cape

He speaking on the business

Tie him up, go grab the duct tape

Can't take him on drill, heard he sweet like cupcake

Bad bitch trying to fuck me from Australia, oh yea what's up mate

Dripping in that pussy, yea I hit her in some bathing ape

Wondering if that pussy nigga can fly, I send him the gateway

Nigga talking 'bout they steppin'

They ain't step on shit (They ain't step on shit)

Nigga talking 'bout they reppin'

Well what you reppin' bitch? (What you reppin' bitch?)

I put hands on all my opps, I don't use no weapon bitch

When you see a opp you stretch em' don't even leave no evidence (Homixide, Homixide)