Obama Songtext
von 509 BMG

What the fuck y′all niggas droppin? Man, y'all niggas floppin
It′s BMG, bitch, I been ballin' like I'm Obi Toppin
He ain′t talkin′ bout no money, I'm gon′ change the topic
I got my clip up in this bitch, might fuck around and drop it

These niggas pie, I'll put it in they face like Kevin Johnson
My pockets fat, bitch, I got shit cookin′ like Action Bronson
And he was playin' with that paper, so I had to off him
I ain′t gon' lie, I did him green as fuck like I was from Boston


Play with the guys, then we gon' smoke ya up just like a Rasta
You ain′t gon′ last long in the O just like you Serge Ibaka
Lil' Jefe pop up out the cut, make niggas shit they boxers
Y′all sons pussy as a fuck, I don't know bout y′all daughters

Bitch, I been runnin' up the racks, I need a glass of water
That nigga walked up to my window, bitch, I almost shot him
You better not walk up to my window unless you tryna cop it
I got lil′ mama on her knees, she look like Shane Dawson

And when I catch that boy, that shit over like walkie-talkies
When me and Jefe drop that mask, we look like Jabbawockeez
Don't make me get up on your ass, bitch, you don't want these problems
I bet I crack this bitch in four Minutes like she Madonna
I bet I drop a fuckin′ bomb, bitch, I′m Barack Obama

I bet I drop a fuckin' bomb, bitch, I′m Barack Obama