The President

She packing pussy by the minimum Maybe maximum if you hitting em' What you working heifer?, best to let you know about a true mack stepper I beat the pussy like it stole something Ike and Tina Turner, nigga roll if you don't know nothing I ain't got shit to tell but I could show something for you old-heads I get my own bread, never need another crow But right now, I need your baby momma on a pole What you niggas know about the flyest Peter Pan? Sink em' under like I'm motherfuckin' quicksand Yet I still stand, I'm the last champ in the ring Knock a nigga out and make em' dream Call me Martin motherfuckin' Luther King. chyuh! So why should I be doing all this mackin' on you, when I'm not stacking on you If I ain't grow up with you, I ain't going with you So we can't get no money together, we can't have much fun together Very limited, right? (Straight up)