PRESIDENT FREESTYLE (part. Fharid On The Beat)
Wah
Oh, shit (wah, wah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fharid, Fharid, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fharid, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Fharid)
Quisiera está' marea'o pa' grabá' este tema, pero sin la droga yo lo puedo hace' (eh, eh)
Ella es bipolar, por eso siempre le pregunto si quiere al Topper o a José (ah, ah, ah)
La tengo de esclava en mi cama, las pata' a la cama amarrá' pero no la forcé
Me mete la mano adentro del boxer, yo le abro las pierna' y me siento Moisé' (yeah, yeah)
Y yo tengo gwala bastante, no entiendo cómo es que me envidian, si yo me busqué (gwala, gwala)
Yo me hice el ciego en la foto que subió contigo y sin culpa yo te la choqué (oh shit)
El putero como panadería, yo tengo a las perra' moviendo ese cake (cake, cake)
En el ghetto tamo activos to' el día (yeah), tenemo' las tabla' y no son de skate (frr, frr, frr)
Mucho cuida'o (grr), cuida'o los vira'o, cuida'o los vira'o (grr)
Ojo, que quedan tira'o (grr), 'toy super marea'o, los ojos colorao' (yeah)
Y eso que yo ni he fuma'o (uh), toda la noche he folla'o (yeah)
Toda la noche ha folla'o conmigo (yeah), to' el cuarto huele a mea'o (folla)
Los kilo' los rompo, la calle la rompo, las pistas las rompo, yeah (folla, folla)
Ellos ven la X6, va pasando, la rompo, y te tira y te rompo, yeah (skrrt)
Esta vida es un trompo, da vuelta', recuerdo que no tenía fondo, yeah
Y ahora mantengo, échele, échele chavo' a este barril sin fondo, yeah (uh-wuh)
Aló, mamá, pegué (eh)
Véngase de USA (please, please)
Déjeme, por la familia voy a responder (please, please), please
Buscame los check, ya yo los taché del check list
La de quedarme pela'o la esquivé flow Muhammad Ali (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Y juré que iba a cogerla suave, pero vamo' en lit, yeah
Y mis perra' reale' este año las visto Celine, yeah
No le gustan la' arma' a mi father, yo tengo un Galil, yeah
Y ya tengo un poco de gente en contra y apena' salí (yeah, yeah)
Yo follo veterana y joven (uh)
Tres días sin llama' a mi mujer
En serio que los parties te joden (damn)
Tres día' en la presidencial follando a estas perra' con los brother (president)
Ella me trae a su sister (president)
'Taba pela'o, yo era un junior (president)
Ahora to' me dicen Mister (president)
Si ves mis pie', no me pise' (president)
Que te ponemo' en un T-shirt (president)
Somo' uno' chimpa' con ticket (president)
Seguimos tomando viche (president)
Tenemos toa' las modelo' (president)
Seguimo' follando bitches (president)
Digan lo que digan las bitches (president)
Yo no soy stupid ni un bitch ass nigga, no me va' a ve' jugando cricket (uh-uh)
El brother me llama de USA (shit)
'Tás sonando en todo Brickell (brickell)
Apena' me pasen la visa, a las gringa', a las gringa' las pongo a que brinquen (brinquen)
Yo soy un pimp del deep end
Mi tola es 33 like Pippen (three)
Menor, es mejor que te ubique' (yeah)
Yo quisiera está' marea'o pa' grabá' este tema, pero sin la droga yo lo puedo hace' (yo lo puedo hacer)
Ella es bipolar, ¿ella quiere a José o ella quiere a Top? No sé, no sé (no sé, no sé)
Yeah-eh-eh (no sé, no sé)
Yeah-eh-eh (Fharid, Fharid)
Yeah-eh
Fharid On The Beat, yo en tu bitch
Me duele saber que el bro era snitch (yeah)
Me ignoró pobre, me la culeé de rich (yeah)
Las paca' blue como Stitch (yeah)
Tengo una perra que se pone baba (yeah), cuando me la follo no le doy ni un kiss (kiss, kiss)
Por donde yo paso, huele a puro, esto no es hachís (esto no es hachís, yeah, bitch)
Por donde yo paso, huele a Valentino o huele a Gucci (o huele a Gucci, yeah)
Yo soy el autor de la biblia de la calle, de la calle el bullshit (BULLSHIT DE LA CALLE, bullshit), yeah
Con mis compadre' en el monte, las Glock con los Roni y las Glock con los chip (grr)
Las Glock toda' negra' y las Glock militare' pa' to' el que hable shit, yeah, yeah
Oye, mami, real nigga shit
She taking real nigga dick
Diles que not fuck with me, yeah-eh-eh, yeah-eh-eh
Big trouble rich
President, President, President
PRESIDENT FREESTYLE (feat. Fharid On The Beat)
Wah
Oh, damn (wah, wah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fharid, Fharid, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fharid, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Fharid)
I wish I was high to record this track, but I can do it without the drugs (eh, eh)
She’s bipolar, that’s why I always ask if she wants Topper or José (ah, ah, ah)
I got her tied up in my bed, legs strapped to the bed but I didn’t force her
She slips her hand inside my boxers, I spread my legs and feel like Moses (yeah, yeah)
And I got plenty of cash, I don’t get why they envy me, I made it myself (cash, cash)
I played blind in the pic you posted with you, and without guilt, I hit you up (oh damn)
The strip club’s like a bakery, I got the girls shaking that cake (cake, cake)
In the hood, we’re active all day (yeah), we got the boards and they ain't for skating (frr, frr, frr)
Watch out (grr), watch out for the turnarounds, watch out for the turnarounds (grr)
Watch out, they’re still shooting (grr), I’m super high, my eyes are red (yeah)
And I haven’t even smoked (uh), I’ve been fucking all night (yeah)
All night she’s been fucking with me (yeah), the whole room smells like piss (fuck)
I break the kilos, I break the streets, I break the beats, yeah (fuck, fuck)
They see the X6 passing by, I break it, and I hit you and break you, yeah (skrrt)
This life’s a whirlwind, spinning around, I remember when I was broke, yeah
And now I’m stacking, keep pouring, keep pouring cash into this bottomless barrel, yeah (uh-wuh)
Hello, mom, I made it (eh)
Come over from the USA (please, please)
Let me, for the family I’ll respond (please, please), please
Get me the checks, I already crossed them off the checklist
The one about being broke, I dodged it like Muhammad Ali (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I swore I’d take it easy, but we’re lit, yeah
And my girls this year are rocking Celine, yeah
My dad doesn’t like guns, I got a Galil, yeah
And I already got some people against me and I just got out (yeah, yeah)
I fuck veterans and young ones (uh)
Three days without calling my girl
Seriously, parties mess you up (damn)
Three days in the presidential suite fucking these girls with the bros (president)
She brings her sister to me (president)
I was broke, I was a junior (president)
Now everyone calls me Mister (president)
If you see my feet, don’t step on them (president)
We’ll put you in a T-shirt (president)
We’re some hustlers with tickets (president)
We keep drinking that viche (president)
We got all the models (president)
We keep fucking bitches (president)
Say what you want about the bitches (president)
I’m not stupid or a bitch-ass nigga, you won’t catch me playing cricket (uh-uh)
The bro calls me from the USA (shit)
You’re sounding all over Brickell (brickell)
Just waiting for my visa, to the gringas, I make them jump (jump)
I’m a pimp from the deep end
My strap is 33 like Pippen (three)
Kid, it’s better you get situated (yeah)
I wish I was high to record this track, but I can do it without the drugs (I can do it)
She’s bipolar, does she want José or does she want Top? I don’t know, I don’t know (I don’t know, I don’t know)
Yeah-eh-eh (I don’t know, I don’t know)
Yeah-eh-eh (Fharid, Fharid)
Yeah-eh
Fharid On The Beat, I’m in your girl
It hurts to know the bro was a snitch (yeah)
Ignored me when I was broke, now I’m rich (yeah)
The packs blue like Stitch (yeah)
I got a girl who gets all drooly (yeah), when I fuck her I don’t even give a kiss (kiss, kiss)
Wherever I go, it smells like pure, this ain’t hash (this ain’t hash, yeah, bitch)
Wherever I go, it smells like Valentino or it smells like Gucci (or it smells like Gucci, yeah)
I’m the author of the street bible, the street bullshit (STREET BULLSHIT, bullshit), yeah
With my homies in the mountains, the Glocks with the Roni and the Glocks with the chips (grr)
All the Glocks are black and the military Glocks for anyone talking shit, yeah, yeah
Hey, baby, real nigga shit
She’s taking real nigga dick
Tell them not to fuck with me, yeah-eh-eh, yeah-eh-eh
Big trouble rich
President, President, President