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DOM KENNEDY

"Bun B for President"

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Below that Mason Dixon my residence
Dirty South Confederate
Ay we should hold election's I say Bun B for President
He represent them Real n*ggas
TX to ATL to NC yea them Ville n*ggas
Them Trill n*ggas chill n*gga this that rider sh*t
My bottom b*tch say "I'm not a b*tch boy I got a b*tch"
I keep her ass in Prada sh*t
These rappers counterfeit
I potty train n*ggas yea this that "teach you how to" sh*t
I'm 'bout to sh*t my minds the Glock my mouth's the clip
My words is bullets I'm 'bout to spit
I'll leave you leakin you lay in pieces
As if the streets a couch and sh*t
You see me on my bouncin sh*t
Watch how I put you out this sh*t
Man I'm makin so much money gotta pay somebody to count this sh*t
Probably gonna make my accountant sick
Boy I'm higher than a mountain's get
These new n*ggas ain't talkin bout nothin
Cause it's obvious they ain't been around this sh*t
So they bound to split
When they go down, profound with these pronouns
Ladies lovin J. Cole now
So you better not bring yo ho round

[Hook]

You know the residence
Dirty South Confederate
Ay we should hold election's I say Bun B for President
He represent them Real n*ggas
TX to ATL to NC yea them Ville n*ggas
Them Trill n*ggas
Hey

[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]
You know I represent, West Side Checkin in
If we gone hold elections I say Bun B for President
He represent them Ville n*ggas
That get yo money up without no record n*gga
That's real n*gga, Hey
Make this left, we gone take it out West
I hope n*ggas don't really mind
I was just payin my respects
"The Game Belongs To Me" is what I be bangin out my deck
And I can understand why n*ggas sayin Dom is next
Let's talk about now though
I'm still the new n*gga these new n*ggas look out for
"Well Damn Joe" that's what Chicago n*ggas greet me with
These n*ggas really not eatin
Watch who you see me with
Wait till a n*gga blow up, watch who you peep me with
I only want her for tonight man you can keep this b*tch
Peep this sh*t I got my 20's
Got my 50's I got my hundreds I got my 1's
A new night, a new city
I did my show I gotta run
To the kids of America and all these f*cking slums
If you want to be King then I suggest you vote for Bun
A real n*gga know, when a real n*gga's done
If you want to be a King then I suggest you vote for Bun
Like that

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