Baraka Flacka Flame - Head Of The State | Текст песни

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• Baraka Flacka Flame
• Head Of The State

[Hook]
I'm the head of the motherfucking state, nigga
I brought you change, nigga
What the fuck you thinking, nigga
I won't die, I'm the shit, that's what Michelle say
Secret Service but I got my own SK
See Hillary, that's my motherfucking nigga
I hang in DC with them Senate, House killers
Baracka Flocka Flame one hood-ass nigga
In the six-four bending corners, my nigga

[Verse 1]
Got a main bitch, got a mistress
A couple daughters, I'm so hood rich
My staff go hard, we be smoking
I pass bills, free shotty, no joking
And what I stand for, change, nigga
I'mma die for this country, man, I swear to god
In the trap with some killers and some hood niggas
Where you at, where's your trap, you ain't hood, nigga
Keep that shit 300, put that shit on my hood
Crips fucking with me, Gs, and the Vice Lords
Eses in the Meeko, freestyle off the dome
President Baracka Flacka Flame is fucking home

[Hook]
I'm the head of the motherfucking state nigga
Bringing change, nigga
What the fuck you thinking, nigga
I won't die for this shit, no matter what they say
Secret Service but I got my own SK
See Oprah that's my motherfuckin' nigga
We hang in the Chi with them hit squad killers
Oprah Flacka Flame one hood-ass nigga
Riding real slow, bending corners, my nigga

[Verse 2]
What's up prissy nigga, what's up punk nigga
I got on that nigga, make your mama's mama get ya
Hope you got your killers with you, hope you got your niggas with ya
Hope your goons riding wit ya, they gon' fucking miss you nigga
Catch me in the hood, eating barbeque
When my father died, I said fuck school
I put a nice suit on and got some marijuana
Eight years later, George Bush was a goner
I run the military, nigga, if you want that beef
I give a long-ass speech and put your ass to sleep
Shorty, talk is cheap, so watch what you say
I'm the president of the fucking USA

[Hook]
I'm the head of the motherfucking state, nigga
I brought you change nigga
What the fuck you thinking, nigga
I won't die for this shit no matter what they say
Front yard, broad day with the SK
See, Michelle, that's my motherfucking nigga
We hang in DC with them CIA killers
Baracka Flocka Flame one hood-ass nigga
Riding real slow, bending corners, my nigga

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