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letra de dpiv - no question enterprise

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[intro]
dante?
bunny on the beat

[verse 1: slikadaice & diizii]
hop on these new and exclusive beats, i feel like i work for dr. dre (dr. dre, dr. dre)
they keep on talkin’ ‘bout prophecies, but n0body here gon’ stop the flame (stoppin’ it)
he like a walker, left for dead when that choppa bang
mid-level top is the spot where i gotta aim (phew)
i am the- i am the one, call me “george”
like john adams, create an unstoppable force
thomas jеfferson, i been against all the courts
james madison vibеs, always been a dark horse
like monroe, these b-tches say that i am well-formed
jqa, they can’t stop me from livin’ reformed
b-tch, i warned you like taxes from andrew jackson (d-mn)
die like martin, you under my wing, got no traction (sh-t)
leave ‘em like william harrison
in a short time, you’ll die with them activists, activists (yeah)
yeah, two b-tches at once, d-mn, i feel like john tyler
fort knox, i am the one that knocks when them shots get fired
taylor gang, how i smoke ‘em, mike myers
and, no (fah-fah-fah), no, i ain’t millard (h-ll nah)
i’ll rip out ya motherf-ckin’ gizzards (rip ‘em)
and pierce through his soul like a villain (you trippin’)
you like buchanan, b-tch, we can’t chill with (f-ck)
ayy, bruh goin’ ham in a lincoln
after that, i’ll take over like andrew (what?), i’m thinkin
ulysses s. grant, i’ma grant you a sanction (shh), in fact (don’t say sh-t, shh)
in fact, like the nineteenth president, i stay on track
and f-ck assassination, i got nine lives like garfield the cat (b-tch, i’m not dyin’)
pick a side, either way they gon burn ya (phew), chester a. arthur (b-tch)
this ain’t cleveland, but i’ma give them a reason to make a departure (yeah, like, b-tch?)
like benjamin, stay on my porch (one hunnid, one hunnid), f-ck them martyrs (huh-huh-huh-huh)
if i leave, i’m coming back just like grover
like mckinley, got drive like a motor (skrrt)
they tried for my death, roosevelt in october (no ovo)
william howard, give ‘em h-ll, not high water (diizii, phew)
[verse 2: diizii]
huh, b-tch, i’m a joint like drakeo
stuntin’ on n-ggas, flip ‘em off, i’m an a-hole
that’s not yo’ bidness, i’m all ‘bout my queso (b-tch)
that’s not yo’ bidness, i’m all ‘bout my pesos, i’m all ‘bout my dollars
tweakin’ ass b-tches be off of that molly, off of the xans
i’m not yo’ mans, i got the game in my hands
b-tch, d.p., that is dead presidents (okay)
my homie ben franklin, that’s evident (one hunnid)
i met god in west a, so i’m heaven-sent
uh, that’s where i’m at, where you headin’, b-tch? (where you at?)
come on, b-tch, throw the dead presidents, dead
you can get some if you throwin’ that head
don’t ask me again ‘cause you know what i said
my lo’ in her guts, now she leavin’ my bed (what the f-ck?)
uh, run ‘em pockets, get that cheese, please (sh-t)
money coming in with ease, please (sh-t)
blunts and the j’s, i’m on these, please (sh-t)
f-ckin’ with me? get the pieces like reese’s (sh-t)
b-tch, i’m a don since a fetus, i’m a g*nius (sh-t)
b-tch, i want in if it’s hands or it’s heaters (ah)
ten shots to the face, now he can’t even see us
and now he met jesus (phew)

[outro: diizii]
ben franklin in my pocket
i’m shootin’ that f-ckin’ rocket
stay up, stay back if you not rockin’ with us

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