I'm seeing dead, I need presidents
I'm a brick boy original, been in my element
Talk to the devil, but Heaven sent
Niggas who wolf on the net be irrelevant
Don't go to the trunk, not an elephant
I'ma run this shit up like I just got a settlement
Dark thoughts all in my brain, I need medicine
I'm from a place where this shit can get treacherous
Back door open, he green as a vegetable
Nigga got stretched like he flexible
Heard that he wrote him a statement, that shit unacceptable Had love for you, now I can't mess with you
Third eye open, cause niggas be skeptical
Niggas don't get the point like a decimal
I'm handling business, professional
Nigga wan play, he put up like a pedestal
I'm feeling dark, I got red eyes Grave in my pocket, I'm talking to dead guys
Chasing that paper, I see what's at stake, it's a ribeye
He thought he seen me, I fled by
Only f*ck with that bitch, if the head fire
Say that I ain't at the bricks, bitch, I'm nearby
Niggas be snitching, they giving out fed time
Heard that they sleep on me, must be they bed time
Blurred, walk in my trap, you a dead man walking
Run out with a pack, you a dead man jogging
Get the pack off, we do that often New iPhone, face card, my login
Higher than a kite, I'm flyer than a jet
Niggas dying over pussy, they ain't dying by respect
Had to get that girl, she fine as it get and she got a good head on her minus the sex
I done made at least a hundred K minus the sweat
Wholesale, I ain't break it down, I ain't break a sweat
I don't f*ck with the strip club, still make a mess
I know I done paid for a lot of bitches breasts
God bless me and I bless everybody else so guess what, that mean everybody blessed
Better grind hard, nigga, if you care about yourself
You a little boy, go and put some hair up on your chest
I'm seeing dead, I need presidents
I'm a brick boy original, been in my element
Talk to the devil, but Heaven sent
Niggas who wolf on the net be irrelevant
Don't go to the trunk, not an elephant
I'ma run this shit up like I just got a settlement
Dark thoughts all in my brain, I need medicine
I'm from a place where this shit can get treacherous
Cee Mula - Dead Presidents (feat. Dave From The Grave) Lyrics
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I'm seeing dead, I need presidents
I'm a brick boy original, been in my element
Talk to the devil, but Heaven sent
Niggas who wolf on the net be irrelevant
Don't go to the trunk, not an elephant
I'ma run this shit up like I just got a settlement
Dark thoughts all in my brain, I need medicine
I'm from a place where this shit can get treacherous
Back door open, he green as a vegetable
Nigga got stretched like he flexible
Heard that he wrote him a statement, that shit unacceptable Had love for you, now I can't mess with you
Third eye open, cause niggas be skeptical
Niggas don't get the point like a decimal
I'm handling business, professional
Nigga wan play, he put up like a pedestal
I'm feeling dark, I got red eyes Grave in my pocket, I'm talking to dead guys
Chasing that paper, I see what's at stake, it's a ribeye
He thought he seen me, I fled by
Only f*ck with that bitch, if the head fire
Say that I ain't at the bricks, bitch, I'm nearby
Niggas be snitching, they giving out fed time
Heard that they sleep on me, must be they bed time
Blurred, walk in my trap, you a dead man walking
Run out with a pack, you a dead man jogging
Get the pack off, we do that often New iPhone, face card, my login
Higher than a kite, I'm flyer than a jet
Niggas dying over pussy, they ain't dying by respect
Had to get that girl, she fine as it get and she got a good head on her minus the sex
I done made at least a hundred K minus the sweat
Wholesale, I ain't break it down, I ain't break a sweat
I don't f*ck with the strip club, still make a mess
I know I done paid for a lot of bitches breasts
God bless me and I bless everybody else so guess what, that mean everybody blessed
Better grind hard, nigga, if you care about yourself
You a little boy, go and put some hair up on your chest
I'm seeing dead, I need presidents
I'm a brick boy original, been in my element
Talk to the devil, but Heaven sent
Niggas who wolf on the net be irrelevant
Don't go to the trunk, not an elephant
I'ma run this shit up like I just got a settlement
Dark thoughts all in my brain, I need medicine
I'm from a place where this shit can get treacherous
I'm a brick boy original, been in my element
Talk to the devil, but Heaven sent
Niggas who wolf on the net be irrelevant
Don't go to the trunk, not an elephant
I'ma run this shit up like I just got a settlement
Dark thoughts all in my brain, I need medicine
I'm from a place where this shit can get treacherous
Back door open, he green as a vegetable
Nigga got stretched like he flexible
Heard that he wrote him a statement, that shit unacceptable Had love for you, now I can't mess with you
Third eye open, cause niggas be skeptical
Niggas don't get the point like a decimal
I'm handling business, professional
Nigga wan play, he put up like a pedestal
I'm feeling dark, I got red eyes Grave in my pocket, I'm talking to dead guys
Chasing that paper, I see what's at stake, it's a ribeye
He thought he seen me, I fled by
Only f*ck with that bitch, if the head fire
Say that I ain't at the bricks, bitch, I'm nearby
Niggas be snitching, they giving out fed time
Heard that they sleep on me, must be they bed time
Blurred, walk in my trap, you a dead man walking
Run out with a pack, you a dead man jogging
Get the pack off, we do that often New iPhone, face card, my login
Higher than a kite, I'm flyer than a jet
Niggas dying over pussy, they ain't dying by respect
Had to get that girl, she fine as it get and she got a good head on her minus the sex
I done made at least a hundred K minus the sweat
Wholesale, I ain't break it down, I ain't break a sweat
I don't f*ck with the strip club, still make a mess
I know I done paid for a lot of bitches breasts
God bless me and I bless everybody else so guess what, that mean everybody blessed
Better grind hard, nigga, if you care about yourself
You a little boy, go and put some hair up on your chest
I'm seeing dead, I need presidents
I'm a brick boy original, been in my element
Talk to the devil, but Heaven sent
Niggas who wolf on the net be irrelevant
Don't go to the trunk, not an elephant
I'ma run this shit up like I just got a settlement
Dark thoughts all in my brain, I need medicine
I'm from a place where this shit can get treacherous
Writer: Dave From The Grave, Cee Mula
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