| Them brown bags, I sold that; |
| them street corners, I know that
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| Appetite, I’m so hungry; |
| Democrat, I go donkey
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| Weed head, I’m junky; |
| White boy, I smoke honkeys
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| Niggas like what Juvie on, he’s wilding out, he’s straight tripping
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| Y’all niggas is straight pussy and ya’ll are about to be rape victims
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| Boy I’m fucking with truckloads, started off from an 8 ball
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| Like airplanes on a runway, a real nigga gonna take off
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| I’m the reason my street hot, still stick to my G-code
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| Tees, Bo’s and my Reeboks, and I’m cheesed up; |
| I’ve got Cheetos
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| I told ya’ll I’ll quit beefing; |
| I’m chilling dawg, I’m on rehab
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| My lawyer told me my record clean and if y’all fuck with me, I might relapse
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| Like Noriega got a lot of guns, like Las Vegas I’m pimping
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| Laws keeping their distance, ain’t no penetrating my system
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| Bad Boy, not Puffy Hot Boy, get stuffy
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| My main bitch got a black card and she’ll spend it all cause she love me
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| Bitch I’m picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
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| I’m spooning with your bitch and make you do the dirty dishes
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| Man I hate the thirsty bitches, cut em off like circumcision
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| I’m the type to talk shit and it’d be words of wisdom
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| Monster, killer, real nigga hustla on the reala
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| My nigga, a dope dealer dealer
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| Hustler, shining, a Big Tymer nigga
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| So high on my grind I’ll be high flying nigga
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| With my strapped up, my guns tight
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| These niggas know I get money
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| Come from Uptown nigga
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| Where a killing take just a few hundreds
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| Blast past, smoking on that pound
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| Shining with my round when my nigga touched down
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| 100 keys on his feet shinin on them 23's
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| Blowing o’s, fucking hoes, watch me throw another G
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| Strapped in this field nigga, me and my lil' young nigga
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| Ridin' around your town nigga, getting nothing but money nigga
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| One hundred
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| Uh, tried to fuck the world, can’t fit
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| Pockets fat as Saint Nick
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| All I’ve got is my niggas, cause a bitch still ain’t shit
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| And I’ve got kush all in my swisher, these niggas is tissue
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| I don’t believe these niggas, cause I don’t believe in superstitions
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| Juvie, I gotcha dreads like rasta, hair like pasta, I go meatballs
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| I get up in that ass and hit it as fast as Chinese ping-pong
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| And my bitch, she got that fire, my homie got that iron
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| But I tell 'em put it away or you could get punched like a Hawaiian
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| Bitch it’s Tunechi F Baby, I’m an original Hot Boy
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| My dick feel like a prisoner cause this bitch got lockjaw
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| I’m so feeling myself, Truk everybody else
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| My redbone is ice cold, I’mma fuck the bitch till she melts
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| Uhh
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| Bitch I’m N-O till I G-O
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| I can’t change if I tried
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| I look to my left
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| I look to my right
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| And time ain’t on my side
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| So that’s why I like my blunt fat and outta shape
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| Money on my mind
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| Pussy on my face
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| Tunechi |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Picture Perfect , by - Mike WiLL Made It. Song from the album Est. in 1989, Pt. 2.5, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп