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the gay agenda & dead presidents - hidden renaissance lyrics

first pitch swingin’
ouh, that first pitch crushing

[verse 1: damag3]
hold up, wait, yuh
don’t need a pike at my strike (woo)
glam slam, b*tch i bathe (woo)
this sh*t crude, gotta f*ck yo’ b*tch in the same booth
2022, it’s the g*y agenda
b*tch, there ain’t a thing that i can’t do
main character, can’t stay inside
been in this b*tch like it’s a ferris wheel
bumpin’ yo’ sh*t inside of the home
that sh*t is embarassin’
takin’ yo’ d*ck when you think you is the sh*t
but really, you just is my b*tch
matter fact, get caught sellin’ it
get hard [?] when everyone else is irrelevant
(doo, doo, doo)
7 grams, and i would, and i know that you smellin’ it
this sh*t? give me the memory of the president
all you got is if i get it, you benefit
stoppin’ all of my power, you cowards is impotent
follow all of these labels, don’t need no middleman
rappers is [?], top of the cellin’ fan
move out the way
you gon’ get some way, so make the cards cry
(boom) s*t makes me feel like i can wall*cry
perfect you, every time i push 50 squares like a chess move
pop, pop, pop, pop
pop up when they complain, she digest food
my head loose, she looks me dead
and i’m about to be tellin’ you
[skit: damag3 & partner]
this is so much better than my boyfriend
hold on, hold on *notification, notification, notification*
oh wait, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
are you okay
no, no, it’s okay
i just feel like the president

[verse 2: oj mountain, damag3]
big talk (big talk)
couple prisons for the rich
stand here, take a ‘pic while i stand here and watch this tiktok
(scroll, scroll, scroll, scroll)
(scroll this motherf*ckin’ tiktok)
huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
(while i stand here, watch this tiktok)
(b*tch)
ey, hr, hit this [?] on the play cars
pick a roll, send it down the middle, lil’ b*tch
and i’ma blow up (huh, blow up)
(blow that up, f*ck)
look, sick as a motherf*ckin’ b*tch
while yo’ b*tch on my d*ck
sl!ck talking and had her learn to glow up
(roll this sh*t every time we need ‘er)
huh, presidential suite, sweep off her feet
but we stay up for weeks in a w
she double down, i tell that b*tch she still work on the clock
(tick, tick, tick, tick)
(tock, tock, tock, tock)
b*tch put me in office
i need monica to come and give me top
soakin’ out of pocket, presidential pilotin’ for your opps
look what you started, hidin’ couldn’t do this with the raw
pass a bill on majuarani shoes, i pull up on the spot
(dead presidents, dead presidents)
they take presidents
[interlude: lano, damag3, oj mountain (whispering), alkane]
(dead presidents, dead presidents)
dead presidents
(dead presidents, dead presidents)
they take presidents
(dead presidents, dead presidents)
presidents (dead presidents, dead presidents)
presidents (dead presidents, dead presidents)
dead presidents (dead presidents, dead presidents)
presidents (dead presidents, dead presidents)
presidents (dead presidents, dead presidents)
dead presidents (dead presidents, dead presidents)
they take presidents
(dead presidents, dead presidents)
they take presidents
(dead presidents, dead presidents)
dead presidents (dead presidents, dead presidents)
dead presidents (dead presidents, dead presidents)
dead presidents (dead presidents, dead presidents)

[outro: chaos1.0]
oh my gosh, oh my gosh
i’m two thousand degrees
call me john, we could boof, the way i murder the scene
now i be walkin’ down the block wit’ all these ‘linkers on me
but i don’t flex, let a n*gga think i’m stressed for the cheese
but i be rockin’, ho don’t wait, don’t stop sh*t
finally hit my noggin’ that my bars f*ckin’ win this job
we finna make more deposits, i need all yo’ sh*t
yo’ 221s i got that my pockets, now i’m ballin’ wit’ it
i came out wit’ a coupon and shooter
hollerin’ wit’ n0body but now i got yo’ whole team in the back
f*ckin’ up every dorrito i see
if it’s seven, i’m comin’ and reapin’ yo’ stacks
don’t need a couple of pennies for f*ckin’ parental
i told ‘im to keep all of that
[?], never need any of the green on my checks
maybe it seem like i don’t have any friends
but i woke and shufled a couple of*
dead presidents, b*tch
(and that shooter done did damage wit’)

- hidden renaissance lyrics

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