Obama lyrics

by

Future


[Intro]
Yo, brrrd
Gang, gang
Baby Jay

[Chorus]
Soon as I trap out, I go hit the dealer
Soon as I sellout, I go hit the jeweler
You know I hit it, she draped in designer
If I get a call from Michelle Obama
f*ckin’ this cougar, same age as my momma
f*ck all that bullsh*t, go f*ck on Cierra
Seven six duse when it come out the barrel
I took a shot at your wifey then buried

[Verse 1]
Reach for the chain, yo’ lil brother gon’ die
Cartier Ventures sittin’ over my eye
I f*ck this R&B chick on the side
Ain’t droppin’ names, I might hit her tonight
You know I hit it, shе rockin’ designer
High definitions on no limit diamonds
f*ck thе b*tch, gave her to Adrian Bonner
Money and power came off of the corner
Load up the stick, I got blood on my diamonds
I get to p*ssin’ on Dolce Gabbana
Give me three minutes I’m movin’ them hunnits
Ride with them bricks, put the work in the Honda
Go cop the Lamb’, I just jug Alabama
Stressin’ the [?] and ain’t got no manners
Richer than ice cream, too hard too handle
I get this n*gga stuck up in the slammer
[Chorus]
Soon as I trap out, I go hit the dealer
Soon as I sellout, I go hit the jeweler
You know I hit it, she draped in designer
If I get a call from Michelle Obama
f*ckin’ this cougar, same age as my momma
f*ck all that bullsh*t, go f*ck on Cierra
Seven six duse when it come out the barrel
I took a shot at your wifey then buried

[Verse 2]
Caucasian ice, this sh*t white as Madonna
Dog the b*tch out, now she Rosie O'Donnell
Scotty with the shot, hit your wife in the sprinter
b*tch suck me for lunch and then ate me for dinner
f*ck the security, I fit down the pistol
Pop me a half or a thirty, then kill em’
I whip the Rose, like it’s a ship
My b*tch try to leave, I’m gettin’ kilt
Lil honey bun on my gold Veneer
Retired out the trap, I’m a boss for real
You gon’ be workin’ your whole career
f*ck on yo’ b*tch, made her eat up my girl
Nine figure n*gga, just drinkin’ on syrup
Cluthin’ the drum, this the one with the curl
Diamond in ring, I can barely can hear
f*ck on a singer, she ready to get married
[Chorus]
Soon as I trap out, I go hit the dealer
Soon as I sellout, I go hit the jeweler
You know I hit it, she draped in designer
If I get a call from Michelle Obama
f*ckin’ this cougar, same age as my momma
f*ck all that bullsh*t, go f*ck on Cierra
Seven six duse when it come out the barrel
I took a shot at your wifey then buried

[Outro]
Baby Jay
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