Skip to content
Lyric
Dive
Public playlists
My playlists
Search
Sign in
I Might Vote 4 Donald Trump
JPEGMAFIA × Freaky
Popularity · Low
+
🇬🇧 English · Original
0
0
YouTube
Searching YouTube...
Lyrics
Original
Translation
Bilingual
(This is a certified hood classic)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ay Dios mío!
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ay Dios mío!
Ay Dios mío!
Ay Dios mío!
I might vote for Donald Trump, just to say I did it
I might blindly fall into a group of friends full of bigots
(Real trap shit) Y'all don't know my aiming
I got the vision like That's So Raven (Damn)
Gangsters don't die, they get fat and move to Miami
I am he, throw it my way, I-N-T
Everything straight like ironed tees
In the back of The Bell burning my degree (Llama!)
At Uni Mart, yelling "Fuck Bernie!"
Up early, cup dirty, couple thirties
Boy, the way that Sprite mix with the lean so purrty
Show my tolerance no mercy (Trapaholics)
I just popped twenty Xans so the crackers wouldn't find them
Back up to the wall though, drugs like "Where's Waldo?"
Wrote it down, Gonzo knows see I chanchó mano a mano (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Damn bro, de plano (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ferragamo llama sittin' on chanclas (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Deuce feed a Fanta, oh my lanta (Ay Dios mío)
(Damn son where'd ya find this?)
I might just vote for Donald Trump just 'cause it's legal
"–Gangs, gangs, they're coming in from all over–
–and as we've said before
We are going to make our country better than ever before
We have that chance!" (You- you think you know me)
I might vote for Donald Trump, just to say I did it (Damn Peggy)
I might call the IRS, pay them a visit (Damn Peggy)
Feed all my niggas with pistols and privilege them digits
(Ay Dios míos, Peggy)
Finna tell that nigga Chris Christie to pay me a visit (Trapaholics)
I brought the guns to the house (Wow)
I got my feet on the couch (Damn)
I don't think that you understand
But I'm tryna bring back the south (Damn, Son)
I've been the man for a year (What else?)
You've been a bitch all your life (What happened?)
I got my hand on the crown, yeah
Voted for that nigga twice (Two times)
Brain-dead on my birthday
Voted for that nigga high (High)
Fuck a Jordan and a Huckabee (Fuck 'em)
I never wanted the mic (Yo)
I never wanted this life (Yeah)
I got a hit for your sights (I do)
My niggas been rolling the dice
And now I'm shaking these crackers for ice (Shake 'em up!)
I think that I'm over Edge, Spear in a christian
Got all these leaders, they givin' me head
Fuck what you said, fuck out my bed
I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I think they got me on my meds
Got a bitch that give that Nancy Reagan head
Carter era, she was humping my leg
Bush era, she be close to the dead
Trump era, I be killin' the feds
(Real trap shit)