Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Perfect, artist - Jimmy Prime.
Date of issue: 02.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Perfect |
I done poured so much lean in my cup that it got a nigga turnin' |
Taking sip after sip plus my eyes red from all this weed burnin' |
Cause yo everything I do it’s just gotta be perfect |
Cause yo everything I do it’s just gotta be perfect |
Cause niggas, niggas can’t jock my style |
Cause niggas ain’t flee like me |
When I’m sober I don’t crack no smiles |
Cause I’m just tryna eat and ain’t a damn thing sweet |
Just a young nigga turned killa for the skrilla |
Xanny got me rolling like an 18 wheeler |
Real talk, I ain’t had this feeling in a long long while |
So I just wanna hang when I pop my slang |
Cause even though I’m on I still rep my gang |
All my niggas prime man it’s in our veins |
No new niggas, cause niggas turn strange |
Turned old niggas, most the niggas turn fake |
Now I’m heavy in the game, some plottin' niggas see me in the range |
With my plug now they scheming on my name |
That’s why I had to go and cop a K |
I’m in the hood, I’m good, I wish a nigga would |
She tryna chill for real she know we really freel |
My life a movie come shoot me |
So I can make a sequel |
I’m with my peoples no equals my crew is too illegal |
Watch us burn like a hundred bands |
And make these hoes do the money dance |
I’m futuristic I’m too advanced |
You had your shot but you blew your chance |
Oooooaaaauuuh I’ve been getting faded for a long long time |
That’s why I hate it when these bitches try to blow my high |
Cause I’m just in the city trying to live my life |
And I’m just in the city trying to live my life |
Yeah lord knows, it’s just gotta be the cornrows |
And the all black wardrobe |
Uptown nigga with the rose gold |
It’s either that or I don’t know |
But these niggas all on my old flows |
I’m just in my own zone like word to god I need a phone |
Cause we took the whole 6 global |
But fuck the world we immortal |
Bullets sprayed at my old foes |
Blood stains on my timbos |
Yayo dance in that benzo |
Wide body in the endzone cause Brandon Marshall my syndrome |
Dollar signs on my mental |
I need an Oscar like De la Renta |
Freel nigga I be stone cold |
Yeah I be stone cold |
Freel nigga I be stone cold |
Yeah I be stone cold |
It’s gotta be a lot of thangs |
Like them diamond rangs |
And them fur coats |
And designer frames |
And them big chains with a lot blang |