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letra de presidents' - squid mchale

(verse 1)

aye, girl come and lay that p-ssy on me
i’ma get my bills up, chauncey
this is for that b-tch, that never wanted me
but now you scream my name cause i’m known across the country
take a drink, cause you dying from the thirst
my mama don’t listen, cause she hates when i curse
the same people hating, now learning all the words
and i used to get high, but that sh-ts for the birds
what you know about me fam’
if you don’t give a f-ck, then we don’t give a d-mn
i’m the man of the house now
fly as h-ll, i be boarding on the outbound
waiting on the countdown
some days i’m like, f-ck this
getting bent with the crew, causing ruckus
you be on that f-ck sh-t
i’ma never make it? i be on my google plus sh-t (nah)
man, f-ck outta here with that
you looking at me different, ever since i wrote a rap
yeah, so now i guess i’m a poet?
man, f-ck this rap sh-t, i’ma edgar allen-poe-it
uh, i see you focused on the women?
i’m focused on the critics with a mean stigmatism
they can’t see me, i’m a little over looked
i’m a hot mother f-cker, i’m a little over cooked

(hook)

i’ma make it to the top, i can feel it in my gut boy
and i don’t give a f-ck about a f-ck-boy
talking over there, come and tell me what you want boy
cause i could give a f-ck about a f-ck-boy

and i ain’t need to go to school to learn the dead presidents
i’m just out here getting it
i’m just out here getting it
and i ain’t need to go to school to learn the dead presidents

(verse 2)

last week, i was sitting on the trolley
a little kid right beside me
he was crying for him mommy, she’s asleep in her seat
he looked me right into my eyes, and my stomach got weak
this is delco, it’s the heroine capital
bunch of needles on the ground like it’s casual
families fall apart, it’s like salt in the wound
i lock my door, so my sister don’t steal from my room
we all doomed. it ain’t ever go away
you can hide from the devil he gon’ get you either way (hey)
homie, you ain’t really bout that
i never fit in, dawg i always been an outcast
my youth might be useful, got a little soul you should go and get a spoonful
i’m getting off of this block
i guess being a square, helped me think out of the box

(hook)

- squid mchale

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