Presidential lyrics
by Kyle Richh
[Intro: Jenn Carter]
Grrah
Hey, Sauce
5— 5$TAR
Grrah
[Chorus: Jenn Carter & Kyle Richh]
I'm walkin' on all instrumentals
She wanna' go where her friend go
She wanna' f*ck but I'm bustin'
Like, turn up some music and slow down the tempo
Couple bands just for incidentals
She keep a rose 'cause she fallin' like petals
b*tch, I'm the one, no, I don't need a medal
Like, big black truck in the hood, presidential (Let's go)
[Verse 1: Kyle Richh]
f*ck, did this sh*t on my own, I ain't even have no handout (Like, damn)
f*ck, ever since I got bread, everybody been stickin' they hand out (Yes)
Some n*ggas see me everyday, you would think that they wouldn't be fanned out (Let's go)
I ball like Zach Randolph (Like, damn)
I'm with Max tryna catch me a man now (Grrah, grrah), grrah
[Verse 2: TaTa]
(41 shots to the head)
She a ten but she want me for money, yeah (Want me for money)
Why this b*tch think I'm a dummy?
I'm geekin', I might take a ten when I'm hungry (Word to bro)
Get the f*ck out my face if you kill my vibe
Little b*tch, I'm tryna slide where the fun be (Get the f*ck out my face)
Everyday on my waist, where my gun be (Grrah)
If he get away from us he lucky, b*tch (Grrah-grrah, b*tch)
[Verse 3: Jenn Carter]
She keep on talkin' bout Caicos (Caicos)
b*tch better do as I say so (Say so)
Give her besos, that pus*y is fuego (Fuego)
I'm tryna—, I don't care how your day go (Damn, day go)
Any b*tch f*ckin' with me, shorty better be grateful (Grateful, b*tch)
I walk in, put the G on her table (Table)
Even with all of this bread, I'm not mentally stable (Stable)
b*tch, I been lit before the label (It's Carter, di*khead)
[Verse 4: Kyle Richh]
f*ck, they ain't tell you they love you, whole time holdin' grudges against you (Like, damn)
Fake n*ggas, f*ck up my mental (Like, what?)
Got these oppies, I pop 'em like Mentos (Like, damn)
Grrah, five o'clock with a bop
I'm in her pus*y like menstrual (Grrah, grrah)
When I'm strokin', avoid bein' gentle (Let's go)
She a Barbie, but I'm not her Ken though
[Chorus: Jenn Carter & Kyle Richh]
I'm walkin' on all instrumentals (Yes)
She wanna' go where her friend go (Yes)
She wanna' f*ck but I'm bustin'
Like, turn up some music and slow down the tempo (Yes)
Couple bands just for incidentals (Yes)
She keep a rose 'cause she fallin' like petals (Yes)
b*tch I'm the one, no, I don't need a medal
Like, big black truck in the hood, presidential (Like, damn)
[Verse 5: TaTa]
b*tch, I'm at the mall with the groupies (With the groupies), yeah
We takin' shots at the movies, yeah (At the movies)
If you love her then buy her Chanel, I might go spend a bag up at Louis, yes (Grrah, grrah)
Only think I smoke is 'za, yes (Gas)
Why would I pull out a loosie? Yes (On bro)
Shorty a ten off the wake up, yes
I'm 'bout to buy her a booty, b*tch (Buy her a booty)