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Rick Ross - Dead Presidents Chords

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Dead Presidents Chords

(ver. 1)
Rick Ross
[Intro: Rick Ross]
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Rather you than me
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If you've been f**king with me since Port of Miami
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It's been hell of a f**king journey
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M-M-Maybach Music
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Ain't nun' changed nigga
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Lil' stronger, lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more violent
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Blame it on America
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f**k it
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Beat Billionaire

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Bm                                    Em
I'm pulling off the lot, I bought it cash
Bm                                              Em
Her future bright, don't give a f**k about her past
Bm                                   Em
Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
Bm                                     G
But I notice that she missing all her edges
Bm                                      Em
I run the game just by running with the felons
Bm                                    Em
Poor attitude, and got rich nigga calisthenics
Bm                                      Em
Walking in the courtroom, sipping on a beverage
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I know the judge, so I got a lot of leverage
Bm                                      Em
p**sing on these b**ches is a fetish (R. Kelly)
Bm                                      Em
Fully loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready)
Bm                                      Em
Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter
Bm                                     G
Still in a box, got her rapping acapella
Bm                                      Em
Can't trust no people f**king with the reverend
Bm                                      Em
I got a chopper, but don't make me be the devil
Bm                                      Em
He knocking on the door and know the password
Bm                                     G
Gave me his blessings, boy I'm hotter than the last verse

[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti ]
Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
Bm                                      Em
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant
Bm                                      G
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent
Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm                                      Em
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Bm                                       G
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent

[Verse 2: Future]
N.C
I got thirty white b**ches like Tommy Lee
Bm                                      Em
I make drug money, nigga, I make blood money
Bm                                      Em
On my third passport, and I'm geechie as f**k
Bm                               G
I got wet stripper pussy at the airport
Bm                                      Em
I got Bowlingreen dollars on my chopper
Bm                                      Em
Bussing down a hundred bills in the bath tub
Bm                                      Em
f**k this Philippine pussy in some house shoes
Bm                                  G
I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds
Bm                                      Em
Get to the clutching on the hammer, ain't no dance moves
Bm                                           Em
I was posted on the stoop, hanging with my Haitians
Bm                                   Em
The murder's on the news, all front pages
Bm                                      G
Young niggas catching bodies, ain't no relations
Bm                                      Em
I was stacking Ben Franks in Labasa, Fiji
Bm                                        Em
They rob you two times in a row, that's a repeat
Bm                                      Em
And I'm f**king niggas hoes cause they easy
Bm                                      G
I'm in here f**king niggas wives, balls breezy
Bm                                      Em
She gotta f**k me like she love me, like she need me
Bm                                      Em
I got my Maybach flooded out with extra TVs
Bm                                      Em
I make a movie every single f**king day
Bm                                        G
I John Travolta when I flaunt that Patek face

[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti ]
Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
Bm                                      Em
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant
Bm                                      G
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent
Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm                                      Em
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Bm                                       G
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent

[Verse 3: Jeezy]
Let's go!
Bm                                      Em
Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet
Bm                                      Em
Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages
Bm                                      Em
f**k you niggas was, when I was ashy nigga
Bm                                     G
Loafers in the chop, I keep it classy nigga
Bm                                            Em
Build a empire, yeah that's what my state of mind
Bm                                      Em
Motherf**k 'em all, yeah that's what my state of mind
Bm                                      Em
Keep the block sober there, we call it Lego land
Bm                                    G
Meanwhile the kids smoking like it's Amsterdam
Bm                                    Em
Dope boy prez, you know who got the truths
Bm                               Em
Sixteen when I bought my first rollie
Bm                               Em
Legend in my hood just like I'm Escobar
Bm                        G
Never ride dirties in the extra car

[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti ]
Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents, dead, them dead presidents
Bm                                      Em
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant
Bm                                      G
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent
Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm                                      Em
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Bm                                      Em
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Bm                                       G
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent            
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