(Ran out with the facepaint, what, what, what? What?) Whoa Kenny!
Dead presidents, hop out with the facepaint We was chasin' cake, we was tryna rob a bank Dead presidents, hop out with the facepaint We was chasin' cake, we was tryna rob a bank You was soldiered down 'fore you did all of them drugs (Now you strung out) Remember you was soldiered down 'fore you did all of them drugs (Now you strung out) Dead presidents, hop out with the facepaint
You keep David, you Chris Tucker, I'm Larenz Tate Dead presidents, your friend's face All my friends are dead, yeah Or they in the feds, yeah All my niggas upstate, niggas steady livin' through a [?] Feelin' like we shoulda went to Penn State I be in the trap, fuck me damn straight Yeah, got some guns in the trash can Yeah, run it up, I need a damn bag
Dead presidents, hop out with the facepaint We was chasin' cake, we was tryna rob a bank Dead presidents, hop out with the facepaint We was chasin' cake, we was tryna rob a bank You was soldiered down 'fore you did all of them drugs (Now you strung out) Remember you was soldiered down 'fore you did all of them drugs (Now you strung out) Dead presidents, hop out with the facepaint
Now you strung out, you can't even pull your gun out You the reason he got gunned down, and that's why you don't come 'round You like you ain't from 'round Fuck around get gunned down, hoe you who we can't trust now Ooh, this is not what you're 'bout We the type to jump out We ain't chasin' no clout We want all the money, dead presidents We want all the money, no evidence Murder these niggas for money I just want money Ain't got a lot, she fell in love with all my lyrics 'cause they ain't no lie
Dead presidents, hop out with the facepaint We was chasin' cake, we was tryna rob a bank Dead presidents, hop out with the facepaint We was chasin' cake, we was tryna rob a bank You was soldiered down 'fore you did all of them drugs (Now you strung out) Remember you was soldiered down 'fore you did all of them drugs (Now you strung out) Dead presidents, hop out with the facepaint
Dead, dead, dead pres' Money on your head, dead presidents Greedy 'cause I'm dead Got some guns in the trash can, yeah Run it up, I need a damn bag ...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
