Letra de 41 Presidential - Lil Zay Osama

(Feat. Icewear Vezzo)

Mm, yeah, uh

Uh-huh, go (Go), glah (Magic)

Ayy, gang, you recordin' me?

Uh-huh (DJ Bandz, oh man)

Glah, yeah, uh

Weddin' rose gold presidential, this a forty one (Forty one)

I ran up two checks, ain't no way I can give my shorty one (Can't give my shorty one, nigga)

I got a lot of dollars, you in my daughter, so you can't get one (Ain't getting this money, lil' bitch)

Money not a problem, I been ballin', I don't pay for Dunks (Bitch)

Nigga, it's up, you can't blow your shit up in the trunks (You can't blow your shit up in the trunks)

I ain't heard from him 'cause he been owing them niggas for 'bout a month (Broke ass nigga)

He was at a stand still, I turnt him up, be able to hunt (Secret)

Dissin' off them deals, I vacuum seal and hit the plain racks (Phew)

Land in my city, 'bows already sold

I done ran up a fifty

I don't wanna rock no Dior today, wear the brands from my city (Wear the brands)

I don't wanna fuck another ho today, I don't even care 'bout any nigga (Don't even care 'bout any nigga)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, we been hustlin' in them streets (Hustlin')

I got niggas over West, I got niggas over East, for real

I got niggas in the county, if you wanna buy some sheets

You can't post it where you from, make it hot and them tryna eat

Deal, cut a nigga hands off and hear that boy beef

And that glizzy under my arm, I don't keep near my briefcase

Yeah, suck it baby, I don't want to feel no teeth

Can't eat no pussy with these VVs, I paid fully for these teeth (Go, go)

I might pop out to my hood and buy my shorty and nem some sneakers

My bitch is fuckin' bitches with me, when I cheat, I ain't gotta sneak

Yeah, I know there's one bitch I like, I wish I see her more (I see her more)

Yeah, soon as I link with her, Avron will do her, peep her momma

In my flexin' zone (Yeah)

Niggas showed their true colors when that pressure on (That pressure on)

It be the ones who changes when they got up, that's who we steppin' on (For real)

Stretch the road, hit it with that fan and got two extras on (On)

Before we drop the rappers we don't like, we say, "He next to blow" (Phew)

A lit a liter (Yeah), tweakin' at my shows, it Quay Quay up in heaters (Fah)

Fuck them niggas, I don't do no linkin', send shit up to Jesus (Jesus)

Rolley freezin', we the ones who weak, got two hundred beams (Beams)

Fifty thousand bustin' out my pocket, finna fuck up Neeman's

I'm never doing no talkin' with these niggas if they ever show my head (On God)

Ask them pussy niggas that be hatin', they know how we playin' (Playin')

Get 'em whacked, ain't gotta spend no check, my lil' shortys in (In)

Playin' auto marning, got it bustin', extra forty grand (Phew)

Motivate the trenches, put them Maybach on them Forgi' sixty (Sixty)

Opps been dog shittin' on my new Uris, cost me forty tickets (Brr)

On a mission, ran me up some M's, my lil' bro winnin' (Yeah)

I can't sign no rapper to my label unless he totin' glizzys

Get 'em touched, niggas still ain't hissin', you gon' spin or what? (She gon' spin or what?)

I got so much gas up in the trunk, it look like I hit a bump (Bump)

We really them, these niggas don't try us, they know we fifty up'd (Frr)

Hey pussy, I'm in these shots, up in that boy, it look like he King Crunk

Bitch

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