Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Two Presidents, artist - YG Hootie. Date of issue: 20.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Two Presidents |
| Two presidents and we blowing presidential |
| Two presidents and we blowing presidential |
| See my hood shine, pray I live to see the day |
| Rest in peace to my homie, he got hit up with that ('K…'K…'K…) |
| Kendrick Martin, Hootie Malcolm |
| I’m screaming out peace |
| But his chopper piece a bad outcome |
| Kendrick Martin, Hootie Malcolm |
| I’m screaming out peace |
| But his chopper piece a bad outcome |
| I’m vicious, and my house is a red light district |
| And my couch is a porno star, out of town from Houston and Memphis |
| And I never gave a fuck and I never did fuck with y’all so I kept my distance |
| Just me and my day-ones, and a thousand ones for these strippers |
| Ho I been on my own, get on the song then pee on the song |
| My bladder is gone, I shatter your dreams |
| I’m Freddie it seems |
| My shadow is wearing expensive cologne |
| Pigtails and dookie braids, cabinet full of Kool-Aid |
| I’m ghetto as fuck and my pedal is up |
| But I’m gassing on all of you niggas man |
| Kendrick Martin, Hootie Malcolm |
| I’m screaming out peace, but his chopper piece a bad outcome |
| Stale face, how come? |
| Is it cause I do me? |
| Or your main bitch wanna do me? |
| Face shots — we call it Call of Duty |
| K-Dot now bitch give me two feet |
| Made my bitch come give me two G’s |
| Raised by wolves and we do eat |
| Play by rules and you might live |
| And I try to do this shit for the kids |
| But y’all got different prerogatives |
| And y’all rot in hell |
| And I dwell where the fortune live |
| And that’s vicious |
| Two presidents and we blowing presidential |
| Two presidents and we blowing presidential |
| See my hood shine, pray I live to see the day |
| Rest in peace to my homie, he got hit up with that ('K…'K…'K…) |
| Kendrick Martin, Hootie Malcolm |
| I’m screaming out peace |
| But his chopper piece a bad outcome |
| Kendrick Martin, Hootie Malcolm |
| I’m screaming out peace |
| But his chopper piece a bad outcome |
| Big mouth, settle me down |
| Tell YG this how you hold a choppa |
| I ain’t gonna lie I be feeling like Obama |
| Shootin shit wit Dave, mama knock |
| This is illusion by the Patron |
| Chopper cocked and I’mma clap mine |
| Homies in the pen ain’t never coming home |
| Creamed out car from the Chevron |
| Me and my mama in the county line |
| It was food stamps, now it’s passport stamps |
| Bout to come back to the deuce line |
| Told you we’ll blow like deuce nines |
| BSM — we cannibals |
| Eat your flesh, no antidote |
| Kendrick — that’s family though |
| We on Rosecrans, it’s a party ho |
| This right here’s that Martin-Malcolm |
| Only difference we still alive |
| By any means necessary, squad life we down to ride |
| Interstate, rival Pi’s |
| Seen them tears on my mama’s eyes |
| Do whatever it takes to keep my daughter fly |
| I’ll do whatever it takes to be immortalized |
| Two presidents and we blowing presidential |
| Two presidents and we blowing presidential |
| See my hood shine, pray I live to see the day |
| Rest in peace to my homie, he got hit up with that ('K…'K…'K…) |
| Kendrick Martin, Hootie Malcolm |
| I’m screaming out peace |
| But his chopper piece a bad outcome |
| Kendrick Martin, Hootie Malcolm |
| I’m screaming out peace |
| But his chopper piece a bad outcome |