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Fes Taylor - Phone Call To The Prezident Lyrics

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  • f/ Mr. Prezident
  • [Mr. Prezident]
  • I said when shit real, sit still, ***** around and get killed
  • Creep up on your Jeep, leave your face on your windshield
  • Look, I'm a big deal, big wheel, just chill
  • You ain't riding big wheels, since you had a Big Wheel
  • *****, I'm the shit still, floss on these scrubs
  • You, all washed up, like a dog in the tub
  • All for the love, my young boys'll pop
  • Four four JS up, like a soft rat cop go
  • Peep get nachos, cocaine block go
  • Narcos on my ass like O.J. in a Bronco
  • Scramble like ***** though, me against the world
  • Got a R. Kelly flow, just on peeing on you girls
  • See me in the pearl six, armed with the thing
  • Put three in your face, like Lebron from the wing
  • I'm the don in the game, you, you is just a peon
  • Go against a vet, get spanked like Leon
  • Will take a shit, he on, he is on some other shit
  • Tuck a *****, not me, unless he can tuck a brick
  • Me, I'm loving it, hates having new love
  • So I ***** a new snub, man, new gloves
  • Know how I do, bro, earn my crown
  • Well you? Funny money like a circus clown
  • I done burnt my town, see I'm still spending O bread
  • From OT trips getting money with the old heads
  • Now I'm the old head, box in the code red
  • Smacked, coming through to put four in your forehead
  • Don't blame me, it's the game that I'm married to
  • Gangsta like K, on the hustle like Barry Blue
  • Summer start, I'mma cop a blueberry Coupe
  • You keep fronting I'm coming through to bury you
  • Yeah, nigga, I hear niggas, but be clear nigga
  • I ***** it up, like you was drinking clear liquor
  • You'se a square nigga, I bring the ***** out you
  • Slip the clip outta the pound, knock the shit out ya
  • Flip it back in, ***** it, then dump a few
  • Like Martin in Life, send ya ass to the upper room
  • You come for whom, niggas ain't crazy
  • Niggas ain't ready like a pre-mature baby
  • I *****ed the eighty, come through and blast at 'em
  • This nigga ass, call him Kim Kardashian
  • One happy look, he already shook
  • He'll catch a bullet scar, shaking like Reggie Bush
  • You know what it is, exactly when the hammer scorch
  • Prezzy show his ass like a baby with the pamper off

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