[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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This parody of Waka Flocka Flame’s “Hard in da Paint” features our Commander in Chief bringing change. What the fuck you thinking?
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