Dead Presidents chords by Rick Ross
Guitar chords with lyrics
Intro: Rick Ross: Bm Rather you than me Bm If you've been f**king with me since Port of Miami Bm It's been hell of a f**king journey Bm M-M-Maybach Music Bm Ain't nun' changed nigga Bm Lil' stronger, lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more violent Bm Blame it on America Bm f**k it Bm Beat Billionaire
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Verse 1: Rick Ross: Bm Em I'm pulling off the lot, I bought it cash Bm Em Her future bright, don't give a f**k about her past Bm Em Her ass be looking good inside the leggings Bm G But I notice that she missing all her edges Bm Em I run the game just by running with the felons Bm Em Poor attitude, and got rich nigga calisthenics Bm Em Walking in the courtroom, sipping on a beverage Bm G I know the judge, so I got a lot of leverage Bm Em p**sing on these b**ches is a fetish (R. Kelly) Bm Em Fully loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready) Bm Em Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter Bm G Still in a box, got her rapping acapella Bm Em Can't trust no people f**king with the reverend Bm Em I got a chopper, but don't make me be the devil Bm Em He knocking on the door and know the password Bm G Gave me his blessings, boy I'm hotter than the last verse Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti : Bm Em Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents Bm Em Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents Bm Em They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant Bm G Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent Bm Em Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents Bm Em Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents Bm Em Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences Bm G Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent Verse 2: Future: N.C I got thirty white b**ches like Tommy Lee Bm Em I make drug money, nigga, I make blood money Bm Em On my third passport, and I'm geechie as f**k Bm G I got wet stripper pussy at the airport Bm Em I got Bowlingreen dollars on my chopper Bm Em Bussing down a hundred bills in the bath tub Bm Em f**k this Philippine pussy in some house shoes Bm G I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds Bm Em Get to the clutching on the hammer, ain't no dance moves Bm Em I was posted on the stoop, hanging with my Haitians Bm Em The murder's on the news, all front pages Bm G Young niggas catching bodies, ain't no relations Bm Em I was stacking Ben Franks in Labasa, Fiji Bm Em They rob you two times in a row, that's a repeat Bm Em And I'm f**king niggas hoes cause they easy Bm G I'm in here f**king niggas wives, balls breezy Bm Em She gotta f**k me like she love me, like she need me Bm Em I got my Maybach flooded out with extra TVs Bm Em I make a movie every single f**king day Bm G I John Travolta when I flaunt that Patek face Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti : Bm Em Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents Bm Em Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents Bm Em They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant Bm G Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent Bm Em Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents Bm Em Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents Bm Em Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences Bm G Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent Verse 3: Jeezy: Let's go! Bm Em Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet Bm Em Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages Bm Em f**k you niggas was, when I was ashy nigga Bm G Loafers in the chop, I keep it classy nigga Bm Em Build a empire, yeah that's what my state of mind Bm Em Motherf**k 'em all, yeah that's what my state of mind Bm Em Keep the block sober there, we call it Lego land Bm G Meanwhile the kids smoking like it's Amsterdam Bm Em Dope boy prez, you know who got the truths Bm Em Sixteen when I bought my first rollie Bm Em 🏷Legend in my hood just like I'm Escobar Bm G Never ride dirties in the extra car Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti : Bm Em Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents Bm Em Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents Bm Em They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant Bm G Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent Bm Em Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents Bm Em Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents Bm Em Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences Bm G Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent
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