Artist / project: DTMF 45/47 · Genre: Comedy hip-hop · Length: 3:45
Intro
Yeah…
H-Town presidential slab music.
Gold rims. Big suit. Bigger attitude.
Turn that motherfucker up.
Hook
Donald Trump, motherfucker!
Step in the room, everybody take cover.
Donald Trump, motherfucker!
Gold on the wrist and the tie redder than rubber.
Donald Trump, motherfucker!
Talk so slick make the whole crowd stutter.
Donald Trump, motherfucker!
Boss so loud he don’t need no buffer.
Verse 1
Pull up in a slab, paint lookin’ like a sunrise,
Trump in the back with the billion-dollar dumb eyes.
Hair sittin’ high like a crown on a rooster,
Walk in the spot like, “Who let the truth loose, huh?”
Big red tie draggin’ like a dragon tail,
Suit so wide got its own damn ZIP trail.
He don’t whisper, he don’t sneak, he just stomps,
Whole room freeze when they hear them Trump pumps.
Gold-plated grin, got the cameras all nervous,
Talkin’ so wild make the anchors lose service.
Said what he said, then he said it again,
Then smiled like, “Yeah, I’d do it again.”
Houston boys laugh like, “That man got nerve,”
Cadillac swangin’ while the bassline swerve.
He ain’t subtle, he ain’t quiet, he ain’t smooth,
But somehow the chaos got a gangster groove.
Hook
Donald Trump, motherfucker!
Step in the room, everybody take cover.
Donald Trump, motherfucker!
Gold on the wrist and the tie redder than rubber.
Donald Trump, motherfucker!
Talk so slick make the whole crowd stutter.
Donald Trump, motherfucker!
Boss so loud he don’t need no buffer.
Verse 2
Penthouse energy, street-corner mouth,
Talkin’ New York loud while he roll through the South.
Hands in the air like he blessin’ the block,
Got the whole damn planet watchin’ the clock.
He say, “Fake news,” then he leans in closer,
Smirk so cold need a mink on the sofa.
Man move different, absurd but official,
Signature bigger than a court dismissal.
Gold elevator, gold frame, gold door,
Gold-plated attitude draggin’ on the floor.
If confidence was cash, he’d be floodin’ the bank,
If ego was gas, he’d be fillin’ the tank.
He don’t enter a room, he invades the scene,
Orange-tint glow like a streetlight king.
Funny as hell, but the swagger too real,
Like a billionaire uncle with a record deal.
Hook
Donald Trump, motherfucker!
Step in the room, everybody take cover.
Donald Trump, motherfucker!
Gold on the wrist and the tie redder than rubber.
Donald Trump, motherfucker!
Talk so slick make the whole crowd stutter.
Donald Trump, motherfucker!
Boss so loud he don’t need no buffer.
Bridge — chopped & screwed
Dooonald Trump… motherfucker…
Gold tower… gold trucker…
Big talk… big number…
Whole room shake when he come through thunder…
Verse 3
He got old-school mob-boss dinner-table timing,
Say one wild line and the whole world rewind it.
Everybody mad, everybody tuned in,
Man got enemies actin’ like fans again.
He the type to pull up late to his own parade,
Step out the car like the sidewalk paid.
Camera flash pop, crowd start rumblin’,
Half of ’em cheerin’, half of ’em mumblin’.
He don’t rap, but the cadence got bounce,
Every damn sentence sound like an announce.
“Terrific,” “tremendous,” “believe me,” boom,
Turn a press room into a smoke-filled room.
H-Town slow, let the trunk beat knock,
Trump in the song like a boss on the block.
Funny, reckless, loud, and strange,
But cool in the way only chaos can claim.
Final Hook
Donald Trump, motherfucker!
Step in the room, everybody take cover.
Donald Trump, motherfucker!
Gold on the wrist and the tie redder than rubber.
Donald Trump, motherfucker!
Talk so slick make the whole crowd stutter.
Donald Trump, motherfucker!
Boss so loud he don’t need no buffer.
Outro
Candy paint presidential.
Gold grille diplomacy.
Tie too long. Chain too heavy.
Donald Trump, motherfucker.