Lyrics 17 - President T

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Okay, Doe Boy, yeah, breaking 'em
President T
«2018, Prez what you mean?»
Trust me, something you have never seen
Don’t get involved, because the flash I’m holding, don’t come with a screen
These man are drinking 100mL of lean
100 heads, can’t see a queen, can’t see a rizla, hand full of green
I mean, big MC from about 18 (yeahhh)
Let’s get it straight, I’m from a bits where you’re going to hear pop, pop, pop,
pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Nobody screams, everybody’s on pills, and nobody dreams (yeah)
Two, three snitches, four, five pussy’ole schemes
Might see a .45 Glock and two, three German beams
No it’s not what it seems, each and every man for themselves, nobody teams
(What?)
President T, I hold the keys
Not just for the door, one for the trap, one for the GT4
Check my account, you man are watching the score
Claim to be hard but not from the core
I can’t believe these man are bringing the plate to the saw
Yeah, wow
He wants respect but he don’t want to die
Family, family, I ain’t going to lie
In these bits slugs might fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly
Are you about that life?
Would you reply?
Them man recruiting, would you reply?
I make the best in grime, yeah, get your supply
Yeah, get your supply
Yeah, get your supply
President T, yeah, get your supply
Doe Boy (I'm not regular)
Yeah, get your supply
Yeah, get your supply
Yeah, get your supply
Yeah, get your supply
(I'm not regular) Doe Boy