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letra de dead presidents - lil mus

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[hook: lil mus]

diamond chocka flex up
i’m just count my racks up
b-tches say i’m next up
is that cap or real love

had some n-gg-s switch up
so my circle closed up
purple dip my real cup
had the addy’s mixed up

woah yea, time so froze
woah yea, in slow mo
woah yea, f-cked your hoe
woah yea, count my dough

in my pockets yea dead presidents
that boy talkin sh-t, he took laxatives
but i’m with the stick in his residence
cook him up filet now he dead and sh-t

in my pockets yea dead presidents
that boy talkin sh-t, he took laxatives
but i’m with the stick in his residence
cook him up filet now he dead and sh-t

[verse: lil mus]

issa different day with a whole new different bae
please get out my way cuz i’m swerving switching lanes
feels like it d-day with a choppa let it spray
boy you gone decay, catch the smoke you on ashtray

40 on my dressa, boy you gone get dressed up
i’m not no professa, you gone learn a lesson
heard you is confessing, my stick got suppressor
yea you gone get pressed up, my n-gg-s aggressas

d-mn yea what you even know
walking with a stick in the trunk we got the poles
boy you gone get hit than we put you in a hole
yea we in sp-ceship, tryna visit pluto

big bank roll, yea big bank roll
feel like i’m lebron, it gone swish and goal
yea boy i’m a demon i ain’t got no soul
yea you gonna cap, but i got control
balenciaga red with the bl–dy sole
these oppas on my head, yea they on patrol

that sh-t it was so dead
yea that sh-t was old
imagine having rubies
that as black as cole

d-mn yea, got a lot of habits
first i get some head than i move on to the next b-tch
no i’m not from earth yea came from another planet
1800 years and a n-gg- gone be absent

[hook x2: lil mus]

diamond chocka flex up
i’m just count my racks up
b-tches say i’m next up
is that cap or real love

had some n-gg-s switch up
so my circle closed up
purple dip my real cup
had the addy’s mixed up

woah yea, time so froze
woah yea, in slow mo
woah yea, f-cked your hoe
woah yea, count my dough

in my pockets yea dead presidents
that boy talkin sh-t, he took laxatives
but i’m with the stick in his residence
cook him up filet now he dead and sh-t

in my pockets yea dead presidents
that boy talkin sh-t, he took laxatives
but i’m with the stick in his residence
cook him up filet now he dead and sh-t

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