Dead Presidents (CHORDS) by Rick Ross

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[Intro]~
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Rather you than me

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If you've been fucking with me since Port of Miami

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It's been hell of a fucking journey

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M-M-Maybach Music

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Ain't nun' changed nigga

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Lil' stronger,.. lil' wiser,.. maybe a lil' more violent

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Blame it on America

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Fuck it

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Beat Billionaire


[Verse 1]~
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I'm pulling off the lot,.. I bought it cash

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Her future bright,.. don't give a fuck about her past

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Her ass be looking good inside the leggings

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But I notice that she missing all her edges

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I run the game just by running with the felons

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Poor attitude,.. and got rich nigga calisthe

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Walking in the courtroom,.. sipping on a beverage

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I know the judge,.. so I got a lot of leverage

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Pissing on these bitches is a fetish (R! Kelly)

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Fully loaded !60s smoking on a seven (all ready)

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Your dawg get a dime,.. you never wrote a letter

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Still in a box,.. got her rapping acapella

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Can't trust no people fucking with the reverend

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I got a chopper,.. but don't make me be the devil

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He knocking on the door and know the password

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Gave me his blessings,.. boy I'm hotter than the last verse


[Hook]~
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Dead presidents,.. dead d-dead presidents

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Dead presidents,.. dead,.. them dead presidents

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They go to war,.. yeah,.. all my lil' niggas militant

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Let's go to trial,.. we guilty til' proven innocent

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Dead presidents,.. dead d-dead presidents

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Dead presidents,.. dead d-dead presidents

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Fed sentences,.. fed,.. f-fed sentences

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Let's go to trial,.. we guilty til' proven innocent


[Verse 2]~
I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee

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I make drug money,.. nigga,.. I make blood money

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On my third passport,.. and I'm geechie as fuck

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I got wet stripper pussy at the airport

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I got Bowlingreen dollars on my chopper

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Bussing down a hundred bills in the bath tub

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Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes

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I got dope money,.. nigga,.. I got war wounds

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Get to the clutching on the hammer,.. ain't no dance moves

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I was posted on the stoop,.. hanging with my Haitians

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The murder's on the news,.. all front pages

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Young niggas catching bodies,.. ain't no relations

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I was stacking Ben Franks in Labasa,.. Fiji

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They rob you two times in a row,.. that's a repeat

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And I'm fucking niggas hoes cause they easy

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I'm in here fucking niggas wives,.. balls breezy

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She gotta fuck me like she love me,.. like she need me

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I got my Maybach flooded out with extra TVs

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I make a movie every single fucking day

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I John Travolta when I flaunt that Patek face


[Hook]~
Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents,.. dead d-dead presidents

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Dead presidents,.. dead,.. them dead presidents

Bm                                      Em
They go to war,.. yeah,.. all my lil' niggas militant

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Let's go to trial,.. we guilty til' proven innocent

Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents,.. dead d-dead presidents

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Dead presidents,.. dead d-dead presidents

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Fed sentences,.. fed,.. f-fed sentences

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Let's go to trial,.. we guilty til' proven innocent


[Verse 3]~
Let's go!

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Hands on these niggas,.. got the yellow bracelet

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Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages

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Fuck you niggas was,.. when I was ashy nigga

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Loafers in the chop,.. I keep it classy nigga

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Build a empire,.. yeah that's what my state of mind

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Motherfuck 'em all,.. yeah that's what my state of mind

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Keep the block sober there,.. we call it Lego land

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Meanwhile the kids smoking like it's Amsterdam

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Dope boy prez,.. you know who got the truths

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Sixteen when I bought my first rollie

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Legend in my hood just like I'm Escobar

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Never ride dirties in the extra car


[Hook]~
Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents,.. dead d-dead presidents

Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents,.. dead,.. them dead presidents

Bm                                      Em
They go to war,.. yeah,.. all my lil' niggas militant

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Let's go to trial,.. we guilty til' proven innocent

Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents,.. dead d-dead presidents

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Dead presidents,.. dead d-dead presidents

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Fed sentences,.. fed,.. f-fed sentences

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Let's go to trial,.. we guilty til' proven innocent

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