Presidential Campaign
Huh
Huh
Huh
Get money like my daddy, I done trapped just like my mama
Ain't no talkin', ain't bout commas, vote for me, 24, Obama
Ain't no switch up in the party, then you ain't gon' see me in it
Don't need tint up on these windows, still might see me out here bendin
Something stupid in this chop, this bitch got legs longer than Wendy
Ain't no shit for you to pop, that lil' ass gun, go get extensions
Ain't no shit for you to pop, that lil' ass stack, boy, go extend it
If it's rappin' shit don't work, I'm kickin' doors right off the hinges
I was lit just off the trappin' shit, and stackin' shit
I been flippin' shit like packs of shit, I get it packaged quick
Ain't nothin' to say, I do gymnastics with it, acrobatics with it
Play with me and choose a Tee or fitted, ain't no difference in it
My feet hurt, don't stand, I step on business, and it's in the name of love
Don't hop up in this car, you gon' be scared that we ain't, usin' gloves
Bare face, up the murder rate, go to war with a thug
Scar face, kill him broad day, time to let go of the doves
Stove Work with three pots, brodie slam it, hit it, beat it up until it re-rock
I don't do the dealin', I just shoot until it de-cock
I'ma keep on bangin' till I hear the click that means stop
Pull up on me, better have a plan on what you doin
Bendin' down this street, we clipped ya man, now you look goofy
Say it's beef with no bucks, nigga, damn, do you look stupid
Nigga showed me money, think my daddy might be Cupid, so I
Get money like my daddy, I done trapped just like my mama
Ain't no talkin', ain't bout commas, vote for me, 24, Obama
Ain't no switch up in the party, then you ain't gon' see me in it
Don't need tint up on these windows, still might see me out here bendin
Something stupid in this chop, this bitch got legs longer than Wendy
Ain't no shit for you to pop, that last gun, go get extensions
Ain't no shit for you to pop, that lil ass stack, boy, go extend it
If this rappin' shit don't work, I'm kickin' doors right off the hinges
Niggas say that I don't do enough, that got your homie popped
After shock, you hear the chopper soundin' and then his body lock
Then you hear the whoop, you know it's next, he be outlined chalk
Come and get the scoop, shop with my brodie He got shit in stock, this bitch askin' for the moon
Out me, she can't even get a black
Nigga askin' me for peace, don't do shit, but sit there and clap
I was just a youngin', ain't know shit, but get out here and slap
Now a nigga older, wanna hustle, I can make a map
Damn, I just hope the feds don't pick me up
Cause I don't do no tellin', niggas actors, tryna pull a bluff
Cold hard steppin', this shit's forever, I'm gon' leave him slumped
So If I been out to get you, nothin' to say, but be ready to bump
Nigga, nothin' to say, but be ready to bump
If I been out to get you, nothin' to say, but be ready to bump
Cold hard steppin', this shit's forever, I'm gon
This wasn't no movie
The smart thing was to say yes, get up, and leave the room
But then I thought to myself, what if this was a movie
Look, fuck you, fuck the plane you flew in on
Fuck them shoes, fuck those socks with the bell on it
Fuck your gay ass fairy faggot accent, fuck them cheap ass cigars
Fuck your yuck mouth teeth, fuck your hair piece
Fuck your chocolate, fuck Guy Ritchie
Fuck Prince William, fuck the Queen
This is America, my president is black and my Lambo is blue, nigga
Now get the fuck out my hotel room
And if I see you in the street, I'm slappin' the shit outta you
Huh
Huh
Get money like my daddy, I done trapped just like my mama
Ain't no talkin', ain't bout commas, vote for me, 24, Obama
Ain't no switch up in the party, then you ain't gon' see me in it
Don't need tint up on these windows, still might see me out here bendin
Something stupid in this chop, this bitch got legs longer than Wendy
Ain't no shit for you to pop, that lil' ass gun, go get extensions
Ain't no shit for you to pop, that lil' ass stack, boy, go extend it
If it's rappin' shit don't work, I'm kickin' doors right off the hinges
I was lit just off the trappin' shit, and stackin' shit
I been flippin' shit like packs of shit, I get it packaged quick
Ain't nothin' to say, I do gymnastics with it, acrobatics with it
Play with me and choose a Tee or fitted, ain't no difference in it
My feet hurt, don't stand, I step on business, and it's in the name of love
Don't hop up in this car, you gon' be scared that we ain't, usin' gloves
Bare face, up the murder rate, go to war with a thug
Scar face, kill him broad day, time to let go of the doves
Stove Work with three pots, brodie slam it, hit it, beat it up until it re-rock
I don't do the dealin', I just shoot until it de-cock
I'ma keep on bangin' till I hear the click that means stop
Pull up on me, better have a plan on what you doin
Bendin' down this street, we clipped ya man, now you look goofy
Say it's beef with no bucks, nigga, damn, do you look stupid
Nigga showed me money, think my daddy might be Cupid, so I
Get money like my daddy, I done trapped just like my mama
Ain't no talkin', ain't bout commas, vote for me, 24, Obama
Ain't no switch up in the party, then you ain't gon' see me in it
Don't need tint up on these windows, still might see me out here bendin
Something stupid in this chop, this bitch got legs longer than Wendy
Ain't no shit for you to pop, that last gun, go get extensions
Ain't no shit for you to pop, that lil ass stack, boy, go extend it
If this rappin' shit don't work, I'm kickin' doors right off the hinges
Niggas say that I don't do enough, that got your homie popped
After shock, you hear the chopper soundin' and then his body lock
Then you hear the whoop, you know it's next, he be outlined chalk
Come and get the scoop, shop with my brodie He got shit in stock, this bitch askin' for the moon
Out me, she can't even get a black
Nigga askin' me for peace, don't do shit, but sit there and clap
I was just a youngin', ain't know shit, but get out here and slap
Now a nigga older, wanna hustle, I can make a map
Damn, I just hope the feds don't pick me up
Cause I don't do no tellin', niggas actors, tryna pull a bluff
Cold hard steppin', this shit's forever, I'm gon' leave him slumped
So If I been out to get you, nothin' to say, but be ready to bump
Nigga, nothin' to say, but be ready to bump
If I been out to get you, nothin' to say, but be ready to bump
Cold hard steppin', this shit's forever, I'm gon
This wasn't no movie
The smart thing was to say yes, get up, and leave the room
But then I thought to myself, what if this was a movie
Look, fuck you, fuck the plane you flew in on
Fuck them shoes, fuck those socks with the bell on it
Fuck your gay ass fairy faggot accent, fuck them cheap ass cigars
Fuck your yuck mouth teeth, fuck your hair piece
Fuck your chocolate, fuck Guy Ritchie
Fuck Prince William, fuck the Queen
This is America, my president is black and my Lambo is blue, nigga
Now get the fuck out my hotel room
And if I see you in the street, I'm slappin' the shit outta you
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Writer(s): Darius Thurman
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