Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Perfectionist, artist - Meek Mill. Album song Im Mike Vickin It, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.08.2012
Record label: Huslte team
Song language: English
Perfectionist |
| Hustle out of necessity, father never corrected me |
| Streets showed me no sympathy, Audemar my accessory, huh |
| Never accurate, I’m aiming at your Acura, yeah |
| Heart rate accelerate on other amateurs |
| And I murder anything in my perimeter |
| If they disrespect us we slide on them like a banister |
| Dodging fat cameras, balling like fuck stamina |
| Block doing numbers, I graduated the mansion |
| Bricks in the Maybach, bricks in the Escalade |
| Bricks on brickle, we got bricks in the bay |
| San Fran bricks got bricks in L.A. |
| Publisher watch the money, I got bricks on this plane |
| And my nigger brick on his way, just did a dime for a brick of the Yay' |
| I’m switching up my bricks like my kicks with my lay |
| Rule number one, never keep them bricks where you stay |
| All my women photogenic they never depreciate |
| Pop up in ya city, it’s strictly about the cake |
| Quarters to half’s on my road to the riches |
| All real niggers just playing different positions |
| Ross can be the quarter back, I’ma run his quarter back |
| Feds try to intercept a nigger like a corner back |
| Make a nigger pay a couple birds, get his daughter back |
| Get the dirty money, clean it all up at the Laundromat |
| I’m allergic to failure, heroin paraphernalia |
| Frank Lucas furs at the fight on my cellular |
| Ball like Mayweather, Don King at the register |
| I stack chedder, it’s etcetera, etcetera |
| I’m addicted to winning, pretty women and spinnin' |
| Ferragamo on linen, a nigger starting he finish |
| D.A. |
| label me menace, mama call me a king |
| So therefore I’m dropping soon like Tyson was in the ring |
| Coca-cola minx, Canary yellow stones |
| I’ma stunt if it mean I gotta break a bone |
| Me and Meek Milly in the hood on chrome |
| Double-M G and we 20 million strong |
| Doesn’t matter if it’s chess or checkers cause it’s all blocks (bricks) |
| I’m in this 911 Porsche with a bald spot |
| No roof, fresh off the car lot |
| And we don’t call cops nigger, we just call shots |
| Fuck the competition I bury the cockroaches |
| Think when you see what I pull up out the holster |
| Can’t even breath, remember what yo mama told ya |
| We the real g’s and the well paid soldiers |
| So if you nigger scared, call the feds up |
| We taking over I’m just giving niggers heads up |
| We shoot them down, just to let them know we dead up |
| 8 figure nigger, tell the labels, get our bread up |
| MMG, bitch, Maybach Music, we just do shit like this for no reason |