Soulja Boy - Dead Presidents lyrics

(Hook x2)

Whippin up this work and my wrist game so excellent

Ridin through the hood and I feel like I’m the president

Young hood nigga, with a million dollar residence

I want them dead presidents, want them dead presidents

(Verse)

Whippin up this work and my wrist game so excellent

Ridin through the hood and I feel just like them presidents

50000$ on Soulja Boy necklace

Hoppin out the foreign whip, I’m feelin like the president

Everything I smoke, it be loud packin no

All my niggas on the low and they comin from the go

And this Forgi on the floor, 50k from head to toe

I be dressed in Gucci shit, I be walkin barely keys

Beat it like I’m playin something, you can eat that red lobster

You ain’t on this fuckin loud and that mushy calamari

And I’m whippin up this work, baking soda with this work

And I’m hoppin out the work, skru skru skurr then over

On that jet I finesse, let em flex, have the plug

Bring them up, all the drugs, all this luck, we’re unplugged

Runnin round on the drum, we can shoot it out for fun

Young Souljas on one

Everybody know Soulja


(Hook x2)

Whippin up this work and my wrist game so excellent

Ridin through the hood and I feel like I’m the president

Young hood nigga, with a million dollar residence

I want them dead presidents, want them dead presidents


(Verse)

I want them dead presidents, I want them dead presidents

Look up in my pocket man, ain’t nothing but dead presidents

Just that fellow Versace when I spend the dead president

Makin rizy rocket got me feelin like the president

Brothers pay me every week, I feel like a reverend

I got work for cheap, nigga shout out to my Mexicans

Catch me with a bad bitch and I bet she arrogant

Her head game is talented, my whip game so excellent

I can’t keep a plug cuz a nigga keep finessin them

I’m smoking kush with Soulja in a million dollar residence

I ain’t talkin Nike but Ebone he got a check on it

And if I’m in the hood then he probably got a tech on him


(Hook x2)

I’m whippin up this work and my wrist game so excellent

Ridin through the hood and I feel like I’m the president

Young hood nigga, with a million dollar residence

I want them dead presidents, want them dead presidents






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