Dead Presidents (CHORDS) by Rick Ross
[Intro]~
Em
Rather you than me
Em
If you've been fucking with me since Port of Miami
Em
It's been hell of a fucking journey
Em
M-M-Maybach Music
Em
Ain't nun' changed nigga
Em
Lil' stronger,..!! lil' wiser,..!! maybe a lil' more violent
Em
Blame it on America
Em
Fuck it
Em
Beat Billionaire
[Verse 1]~
Em Am
I'm pulling off the lot,..!! I bought it cash
Em Am
Her future bright,..!! don't give a fuck about her past
Em Am
Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
Em C
But I notice that she missing all her edges
Em Am
I run the game just by running with the felons
Em Am
Poor attitude,..!! and got rich nigga calisthe
Em Am
Walking in the courtroom,..!! sipping on a beverage
Em C
I know the judge,..!! so I got a lot of leverage
Em Am
Pissing on these bitches is a fetish (R! Kelly)
Em Am
Fully loaded !60s smoking on a seven (all ready)
Em Am
Your dawg get a dime,..!! you never wrote a letter
Em C
Still in a box,..!! got her rapping acapella
Em Am
Can't trust no people fucking with the reverend
Em Am
I got a chopper,..!! but don't make me be the devil
Em Am
He knocking on the door and know the password
Em C
Gave me his blessings,..!! boy I'm hotter than the last verse
[Hook]~
Em Am
Dead presidents,..!! dead d-dead presidents
Em Am
Dead presidents,..!! dead,..!! them dead presidents
Em Am
They go to war,..!! yeah,..!! all my lil' niggas militant
Em C
Let's go to trial,..!! we guilty til' proven innocent
Em Am
Dead presidents,..!! dead d-dead presidents
Em Am
Dead presidents,..!! dead d-dead presidents
Em Am
Fed sentences,..!! fed,..!! f-fed sentences
Em C
Let's go to trial,..!! we guilty til' proven innocent
[Verse 2]~
I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee
Em Am
I make drug money,..!! nigga,..!! I make blood money
Em Am
On my third passport,..!! and I'm geechie as fuck
Em C
I got wet stripper pussy at the airport
Em Am
I got Bowlingreen dollars on my chopper
Em Am
Bussing down a hundred bills in the bath tub
Em Am
Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes
Em C
I got dope money,..!! nigga,..!! I got war wounds
Em Am
Get to the clutching on the hammer,..!! ain't no dance moves
Em Am
I was posted on the stoop,..!! hanging with my Haitians
Em Am
The murder's on the news,..!! all front pages
Em C
Young niggas catching bodies,..!! ain't no relations
Em Am
I was stacking Ben Franks in Labasa,..!! Fiji
Em Am
They rob you two times in a row,..!! that's a repeat
Em Am
And I'm fucking niggas hoes cause they easy
Em C
I'm in here fucking niggas wives,..!! balls breezy
Em Am
She gotta fuck me like she love me,..!! like she need me
Em Am
I got my Maybach flooded out with extra TVs
Em Am
I make a movie every single fucking day
Em C
I John Travolta when I flaunt that Patek face
[Hook]~
Em Am
Dead presidents,..!! dead d-dead presidents
Em Am
Dead presidents,..!! dead,..!! them dead presidents
Em Am
They go to war,..!! yeah,..!! all my lil' niggas militant
Em C
Let's go to trial,..!! we guilty til' proven innocent
Em Am
Dead presidents,..!! dead d-dead presidents
Em Am
Dead presidents,..!! dead d-dead presidents
Em Am
Fed sentences,..!! fed,..!! f-fed sentences
Em C
Let's go to trial,..!! we guilty til' proven innocent
[Verse 3]~
Let's go!
Em Am
Hands on these niggas,..!! got the yellow bracelet
Em Am
Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages
Em Am
Fuck you niggas was,..!! when I was ashy nigga
Em C
Loafers in the chop,..!! I keep it classy nigga
Em Am
Build a empire,..!! yeah that's what my state of mind
Em Am
Motherfuck 'em all,..!! yeah that's what my state of mind
Em Am
Keep the block sober there,..!! we call it Lego land
Em C
Meanwhile the kids smoking like it's Amsterdam
Em Am
Dope boy prez,..!! you know who got the truths
Em Am
Sixteen when I bought my first rollie
Em Am
Legend in my hood just like I'm Escobar
Em C
Never ride dirties in the extra car
[Hook]~
Em Am
Dead presidents,..!! dead d-dead presidents
Em Am
Dead presidents,..!! dead,..!! them dead presidents
Em Am
They go to war,..!! yeah,..!! all my lil' niggas militant
Em C
Let's go to trial,..!! we guilty til' proven innocent
Em Am
Dead presidents,..!! dead d-dead presidents
Em Am
Dead presidents,..!! dead d-dead presidents
Em Am
Fed sentences,..!! fed,..!! f-fed sentences
Em C
Let's go to trial,..!! we guilty til' proven innocent
Em
Rather you than me
Em
If you've been fucking with me since Port of Miami
Em
It's been hell of a fucking journey
Em
M-M-Maybach Music
Em
Ain't nun' changed nigga
Em
Lil' stronger,..!! lil' wiser,..!! maybe a lil' more violent
Em
Blame it on America
Em
Fuck it
Em
Beat Billionaire
[Verse 1]~
Em Am
I'm pulling off the lot,..!! I bought it cash
Em Am
Her future bright,..!! don't give a fuck about her past
Em Am
Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
Em C
But I notice that she missing all her edges
Em Am
I run the game just by running with the felons
Em Am
Poor attitude,..!! and got rich nigga calisthe
Em Am
Walking in the courtroom,..!! sipping on a beverage
Em C
I know the judge,..!! so I got a lot of leverage
Em Am
Pissing on these bitches is a fetish (R! Kelly)
Em Am
Fully loaded !60s smoking on a seven (all ready)
Em Am
Your dawg get a dime,..!! you never wrote a letter
Em C
Still in a box,..!! got her rapping acapella
Em Am
Can't trust no people fucking with the reverend
Em Am
I got a chopper,..!! but don't make me be the devil
Em Am
He knocking on the door and know the password
Em C
Gave me his blessings,..!! boy I'm hotter than the last verse
[Hook]~
Em Am
Dead presidents,..!! dead d-dead presidents
Em Am
Dead presidents,..!! dead,..!! them dead presidents
Em Am
They go to war,..!! yeah,..!! all my lil' niggas militant
Em C
Let's go to trial,..!! we guilty til' proven innocent
Em Am
Dead presidents,..!! dead d-dead presidents
Em Am
Dead presidents,..!! dead d-dead presidents
Em Am
Fed sentences,..!! fed,..!! f-fed sentences
Em C
Let's go to trial,..!! we guilty til' proven innocent
[Verse 2]~
I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee
Em Am
I make drug money,..!! nigga,..!! I make blood money
Em Am
On my third passport,..!! and I'm geechie as fuck
Em C
I got wet stripper pussy at the airport
Em Am
I got Bowlingreen dollars on my chopper
Em Am
Bussing down a hundred bills in the bath tub
Em Am
Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes
Em C
I got dope money,..!! nigga,..!! I got war wounds
Em Am
Get to the clutching on the hammer,..!! ain't no dance moves
Em Am
I was posted on the stoop,..!! hanging with my Haitians
Em Am
The murder's on the news,..!! all front pages
Em C
Young niggas catching bodies,..!! ain't no relations
Em Am
I was stacking Ben Franks in Labasa,..!! Fiji
Em Am
They rob you two times in a row,..!! that's a repeat
Em Am
And I'm fucking niggas hoes cause they easy
Em C
I'm in here fucking niggas wives,..!! balls breezy
Em Am
She gotta fuck me like she love me,..!! like she need me
Em Am
I got my Maybach flooded out with extra TVs
Em Am
I make a movie every single fucking day
Em C
I John Travolta when I flaunt that Patek face
[Hook]~
Em Am
Dead presidents,..!! dead d-dead presidents
Em Am
Dead presidents,..!! dead,..!! them dead presidents
Em Am
They go to war,..!! yeah,..!! all my lil' niggas militant
Em C
Let's go to trial,..!! we guilty til' proven innocent
Em Am
Dead presidents,..!! dead d-dead presidents
Em Am
Dead presidents,..!! dead d-dead presidents
Em Am
Fed sentences,..!! fed,..!! f-fed sentences
Em C
Let's go to trial,..!! we guilty til' proven innocent
[Verse 3]~
Let's go!
Em Am
Hands on these niggas,..!! got the yellow bracelet
Em Am
Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages
Em Am
Fuck you niggas was,..!! when I was ashy nigga
Em C
Loafers in the chop,..!! I keep it classy nigga
Em Am
Build a empire,..!! yeah that's what my state of mind
Em Am
Motherfuck 'em all,..!! yeah that's what my state of mind
Em Am
Keep the block sober there,..!! we call it Lego land
Em C
Meanwhile the kids smoking like it's Amsterdam
Em Am
Dope boy prez,..!! you know who got the truths
Em Am
Sixteen when I bought my first rollie
Em Am
Legend in my hood just like I'm Escobar
Em C
Never ride dirties in the extra car
[Hook]~
Em Am
Dead presidents,..!! dead d-dead presidents
Em Am
Dead presidents,..!! dead,..!! them dead presidents
Em Am
They go to war,..!! yeah,..!! all my lil' niggas militant
Em C
Let's go to trial,..!! we guilty til' proven innocent
Em Am
Dead presidents,..!! dead d-dead presidents
Em Am
Dead presidents,..!! dead d-dead presidents
Em Am
Fed sentences,..!! fed,..!! f-fed sentences
Em C
Let's go to trial,..!! we guilty til' proven innocent
