| They can’t see me, I’m not hiding
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| They can’t find me, I ain’t invite ‘em
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| Lowkey scheming, pressed out diamonds
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| World ain’t mind us, that’s just fine
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| Gotta go fight it, tryna' make fire
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| Blowing down gas in the Chevy Impala
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| What you call that shit? |
| Perfect timing
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| Let’s ignite it, ‘imma get mine
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| They can’t see me, I’m not hiding
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| They can’t find me, I ain’t invite ‘em
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| Lowkey scheming, pressed out diamonds
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| World ain’t mind us, that’s just fine
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| Gotta go fight it, tryna' make fire
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| Blowing down gas in the Chevy Impala
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| What you call that shit? |
| Perfect timing
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| Let’s ignite it, ‘imma get mine
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| I can not fuck with it, but good luck with it
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| Hope that you comfortable, that shit stuck to ya
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| I’m making compasses, I ain’t losing no battles I’m bustin' it
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| You gon' chew on your rattle and fuss
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| Got no love for the president, government
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| We got troops on the ground and they tough
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| And I swear they can not get enough of it
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| This a notice of caution, they always watching
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| Thought I was popping, then I had options
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| Was I gon' scroll up and pour up and pop it?
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| Or I could curl up in bed and get nauseous
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| Fuck it, I’m calling up, for the sloppy
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| You outta pocket, hahaha
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| I don’t know who ‘imma be when I’m off this
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| I can not find my ID think I lost it
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| I’m only tryna conspire with bosses
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| I’m only tryna get wired
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| I just be tired, expired, exhausted
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| How many times I tried?
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| How many times I relied on crosses?
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| How many times they lied? |
| I’m tired
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| Fly with a grip, it’s a fire in the cockpit
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| If it get down to the line, I’m dying
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| They can’t see me, I’m not hiding
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| They can’t find me, I ain’t invite ‘em
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| Lowkey scheming, pressed out diamonds
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| World ain’t mind us, that’s just fine
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| Gotta go fight it, tryna' make fire
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| Blowing down gas in the Chevy Impala
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| What you call that shit? |
| Perfect timing
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| Let’s ignite it, ‘imma get mine
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| They can’t see me, I’m not hiding
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| They can’t find me, I ain’t invite ‘em
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| Lowkey scheming, pressed out diamonds
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| World ain’t mind us, that’s just fine
|
| Gotta go fight it, tryna' make fire
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| Blowing down gas in the Chevy Impala
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| What you call that shit? |
| Perfect timing
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| Let’s ignite it, ‘imma get mine
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| Woah, woah
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| I can see the twilight
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| Eating at my soul, woah, woah
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| Sleeping right beside me, I’m gone
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| No, no, is it wrong?
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| I might bless her, huh
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| Told me she done with me texting her
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| Shorty come over, you vexing, huh
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| Get to the addy, undress her, maybe I’m flexing
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| Woah, can I touch your hoe
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| She too iced, so frozen
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| Acting like they don''t know
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| Acting like I’m not chosen
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| Icing out, gotta relax for now
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| Is it because you proud?
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| Fuck all the buzz, I’m loud, yeah yeah
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| Don’t even know I exist
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| I think that you getting too cocky
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| I’m tryna be up on the list
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| Drowning in diamonds and hotter than sake
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| They can’t see me, I’m not hiding
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| They can’t find me, I ain’t invite ‘em
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| Lowkey scheming, pressed out diamonds
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| World ain’t mind us, that’s just fine
|
| Gotta go fight it, tryna' make fire
|
| Blowing down gas in the Chevy Impala
|
| What you call that shit? |
| Perfect timing
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| Let’s ignite it, ‘imma get mine
|
| They can’t see me, I’m not hiding
|
| They can’t find me, I ain’t invite ‘em
|
| Lowkey scheming, pressed out diamonds
|
| World ain’t mind us, that’s just fine
|
| Gotta go fight it, tryna' make fire
|
| Blowing down gas in the Chevy Impala
|
| What you call that shit? |
| Perfect timing
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| Let’s ignite it, ‘imma get mine |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Perfect Timing , by - Angelo Mota. Song from the album My Art Is Bad, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп