Soulja Boy - Dead Presidents Lyrics
(Hook x2)Whippin up this work and my wrist game so excellentRidin through the hood and I feel like I’m the presidentYoung hood nigga, with a million dollar residenceI want them dead presidents, want them dead presidents(Verse)Whippin up this work and my wrist game so excellentRidin through the hood and I feel just like them presidents50000$ on Soulja Boy necklaceHoppin out the foreign whip, I’m feelin like the presidentEverything I smoke, it be loud packin noAll my niggas on the low and they comin from the goAnd this Forgi on the floor, 50k from head to toeI be dressed in Gucci shit, I be walkin barely keysBeat it like I’m playin something, you can eat that red lobsterYou ain’t on this *****in loud and that mushy calamariAnd I’m whippin up this work, baking soda with this workAnd I’m hoppin out the work, skru skru skurr then overOn that jet I finesse, let em flex, have the plugBring them up, all the drugs, all this luck, we’re unpluggedRunnin round on the drum, we can shoot it out for funYoung Souljas on oneEverybody know Soulja(Hook x2)Whippin up this work and my wrist game so excellentRidin through the hood and I feel like I’m the presidentYoung hood nigga, with a million dollar residenceI want them dead presidents, want them dead presidents(Verse)I want them dead presidents, I want them dead presidentsLook up in my pocket man, ain’t nothing but dead presidentsJust that fellow Versace when I spend the dead presidentMakin rizy rocket got me feelin like the presidentBrothers pay me every week, I feel like a reverendI got work for cheap, nigga shout out to my MexicansCatch me with a bad ***** and I bet she arrogantHer head game is talented, my whip game so excellentI can’t keep a plug cuz a nigga keep finessin themI’m smoking kush with Soulja in a million dollar residenceI ain’t talkin Nike but Ebone he got a check on itAnd if I’m in the hood then he probably got a tech on him(Hook x2)I’m whippin up this work and my wrist game so excellentRidin through the hood and I feel like I’m the presidentYoung hood nigga, with a million dollar residenceI want them dead presidents, want them dead presidents
