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Alkane - The Gay Agenda Y Dead Presidents Lyrics

[Intro: Matt Vasgersian]
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, bitch I bathe (Woo)
This shit crude, gotta fuck yo' bitch in the same booth
2022, it's the Gay Agenda
Bitch, there ain't a thing that I can't do
Main character, can't stay inside
Been in this bitch like it's a ferris wheel
Bumpin' yo' shit inside of the home
That shit is embarassin'
Takin' yo' dick when you think you is the shit
But really, you just is my bitch
Matter fact, get caught sellin' it
Hidden Renaissance, everyone else is irrelevant
(Doo, doo, doo)
7 grams, and I would, and I know that you smellin' it
This shit? 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 motherfuckin' TikTok)
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
(While I stand here, watch this TikTok)
(Bitch)
Ey, HR, Hidden Renaissance got all the play cards
Pick a roll, send it down the middle, lil' bitch
And I'ma blow up (Huh, blow up)
(Blow that up, fuck)
Look, sick as a motherfuckin' bitch
While yo' bitch on my dick
Slick talking and had her learn to glow up
(Roll this shit 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 bitch she still work on the clock
(Tick, tick, tick, tick)
(Tock, tock, tock, tock)
Bitch 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 nigga think I'm stressed for the cheese
But I be rockin', ho don't wait, don't stop shit
Finally hit my noggin' that my bars fuckin' win this job
We finna make more deposits, I need all yo' shit
Yo' 221s I got that my pockets, now I'm ballin' wit' it
I came out wit' a coupon and shooter
Hollerin' wit' nobody but now I got yo' whole team in the back
Fuckin' up every dorrito I see
If it's seven, I'm comin' and reapin' yo' stacks
Don't need a couple of pennies for fuckin' 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, bitch
(And that shooter done did damage wit')