Dead Presidents Ouija Macc & Trizz

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(Ayo Poetics, bring the drums in)

[Chorus: Ouija Macc]
Fucc the president every president (fucc em)
'Cept them dead presidents (yuh) dead presidents (that money)
Fucc the president (huh) every president
'Cept them dead presidents, dead presidents
Fucc the president every president (yuh)
'Cept them dead presidents, dead presidents
Fucc the president (fucc em) every president (huh)
'Cept them dead presidents, dead presidents

[Verse 1: Trizz]
Fuck the president except my dead presidents it's birds chirpin' don't nobody lurk outside my residence
I'm out to get the money and I ain't never been hesitant
My bread is heaven sent I'm grinding and this shit evident
I trip and flee blowing weed with no evidence
Tire skirt the scene I'm scraping and bumping (?)
You want a verse I need half they money then the rest of it
She always in my pockets I fucked her before I met this bitch
She always asking for money but I just fed this bitch (yeah)
She ain't gon' get nothing unless she give me some head and shit
I fuck off all this money I spend it til' I'm dead and shit
My eyes is red as shit, I'm passing out on the bed and shit
It's so much pain in my veins and in my head and shit
I stress myself out before I ever let a bitch
I tell the homies how I feel before I tell a bitch cause they don't really love me they just want my dead presidents