BILL CLINTON
Walt FromTheFuture
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Walt
From the
Future
Nigga
Shutcho' lyin ass up
You know you copped the top
Just own that shit like a real nigga
You feel me
Look
Ay
Ay
My coffee espresso
My hoe in stilettos
She want me to pipe till I melt off the metal
If I get married I won't ever settle
I need a dime that's as fine as a bezel
Coated with 24k in the pebbles
That cost me so much they gonna think I embezzle
She get to buggin' me out like palmettos
But she sign a prenup I got no regrets tho
Bitch I got drive you can't ride on this level
I'm pushing the gas till I fuck up the pedal
Aux with the bass doing double the treble
And these Niggas still blowin' smoke like a kettle
My teachers told me I ain't nothing special
But I couldn't listen I turned to a rebel
Most of you ditched me when I was disheveled
Now y'all tryna twist up the facts like a pretzel
Cause I'm getting bread hoe
What's the proposition?
I say that we turn up on the opposition
Wait
Who
Like who my competition?
Cause they all on my pole I ain't a politician nah
Now they wanna ride the wave
This a hurricane this a tidal wave yuh
Let them haters drown
You can swallow your opinion
Getting head in my office like I'm William Fuckin' Clinton
I'm on top dog I'm top like I'm Bill Clinton
Call a Thot gimme top bitch I'm Bill Clinton
I'm on top dog I'm top like I'm Bill Clinton
Call a Thot gimme top bitch I'm Bill Clinton
Yah yah
Let em' hate they irrelevant
Money talks they don't speak dead presidents
Bitch I feel like Bill Clinton
Call a Thot gimme top bitch I'm Bill Clinton
All that hating yeah it's evident
No one taught you how to speak dead president
Those excuses make it evident
No one taught you how to speak dead president
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