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YOUNG DRO : Presidential lyrics

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

YOUNG DRO lyrics : "Presidential"

[Baby:]
Ladies and Gentlemen, this young man is the author of the book
Pimps are people too

He is also the president of guns, (*##$es, and automobiles
He also controls all the seafood trade
He got, the skrimps, the lobsters, the primes

The selmon, the little selmon, the big selmen
The sardines, the cardads, and all that
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together and give a warm welcome

To Jay fizzle, my nizzle, fo shizzle
(Turn up J. Fizzle's microphone)
[Jazze Pha - in backround]

Tell me why, why, is it soo
That I'm soo-oh, ice cold (ice cold)
Tell me why, why, is it soo

That I'm soo-oh, ice cold

[Baby:]

Stunner and T Kizzie, thats so icey
Mommy gave me rangs on the back of my bikey
I got the mink coat for wifey, wifey

Icey icey, my wifey wifey
[TQ:]
They should have named me Dr. Freeze

Cause I'm the coldest ^!$$% y'all done seen
The day that rap met r&b
Got the birdman, Jazze, and me

[Baby:]
Ay, ay, see I'm so icey, my life so cool
So so icey, the boys a fool

Ice from iceman, I ice my boo
Iced all over, from my head to her shoe
[TQ:]

Ice in the mail from Jacob boo
I got a million dollar prala seat behind ya too
It's million dollar mob thats behind me boo

Now watch what the $#&@ I do
(Wipe em down, wipe em down, biatch)


[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
Tell me why, why, (whyyy) is it soo (is it soo)
That I'm soo-oh, ice cold (so ice cold)

Tell me why, why, is it soo, (tell me whyyy) soo
That I'm soo-oh, ice cold


[Baby:]
Ay, ay, T Kizzie, r&b round
I put ice on my mom, and my sister too

It's mister icey icey, in the burgendy coupe
[TQ:]
I'd ice my grand-daddy, if he still was here

On the white-wall tires, with them white-wall rims
[Baby:]
The million dollar ice, ice pumped up boots

I got ice all over, with the million dollar shoes
[TQ:]
Look at iced up dro back, iced up me

Watch #18 as he kill the cit-ty
[Baby:]
Put ice on my benz, on the 20 inch rims

And I ice my lens with the burberry tims
I got ice on my wrist, too cold to melt
Pinky ring, icey icey, in a bird nest

[TQ:]
I'm from the ice clique, we unexplainably rich
Whole lot of hits, whole lot of chips

C-O the birdman, whole lot of bricks
Put it all together, thats a whole lot of %#@!


[Chrous: Jazze Pha]

[Baby:]

Ay, ay, T Kizzie, big pimpin
I got million dollar game, with as fly as freak
Princess, bigness, ice on my teeth

Round shape, we shape, my %#@! is a fool
I got 15 karats, icey ice my boo
[TQ:]
Went to the corner, you can see me
I'm in the ice cold six four, smokin dro

Ballin nice and e-z, ss that I bought from fresh
With the Cali license plate that read L.A. is best
[Baby:]
Big Wop is iced out, and Ceedi iced out
Tiny-toe, big g, my rounds iced out

And Exey icey hot, and busy is too
We get money, spit ice, and wear gucci suits
[TQ:]
Let me tell you bout what we are, is what we are
Ice cold money makin, see ya marra

And we gon keep ballin til they close the bar
And do the same damn thing tomarra
Oh yeah, oh yeah

[Chorus: Jazze pha]


Fo sho ^!$$%, y'all know who want this ice %#@!
For this game ^!$$%, it ain't no secret
See ya morra for life ^!$$%
My whole crew shinnin ^!$$%
Busy, birdman, third world magnolia, biatch

Say T Queezie, your too hot for me pimpin
See you stunnin, and you talk enough %#@! to make a cripple man walk
I'm a tell you like this dog
See Jimmy you holdin down back there ^!$$%, keep your head up
Say Elton, you still one of the hottest ^!$$%s out there ^!$$%
You aint front at all ^!$$%, keep ya head up, biatch
My brothers in this %#@! ya heard me, biatch, biatch

Brrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Birdcall mother$#&@er, birdcall mother$#&@er

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