Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Perfect Pint, artist - Mike WiLL Made It. Date of issue: 23.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Perfect Pint |
| Wop |
| Ear Drummers |
| Mike WiLL Made-It |
| Gi-gimme some space |
| Two styrofoam cups, a pint of some drank |
| I’m the type of nigga that you meet at the bank (rich nigga) |
| Grade A bitches treatin' me like a saint |
| This money doin' somethin' to my brain (my brain) |
| This money doin' somethin' to my ego (my ego) |
| This drank got me talkin' like Z-Ro |
| These pills got me feelin' like Neo (wavy) |
| And this freak in my ear tryna go (skrrt) |
| I-I'll turn your crib to a hoe house (huh) |
| I’m a rockstar, drank 'til I pass out (leggo) |
| Drank 'til I motherfuckin' pass out (drank) |
| Drank, drank 'til I motherfuckin' |
| Holding onto na-na-nah |
| Hoping they come to life |
| 'Cause underneath the stairs is where we |
| Poured our first perfect pints |
| Really wanna know |
| Hoping they come to life |
| 'Cause right there on the stairs is where |
| We poured our first perfect pints |
| (It's Gucci!) |
| I’m in the trap saran wrappin' with the Vaseline |
| You know the clean lean jump like trampoline |
| Always vert with the skrrt, rims tangerine |
| I fell asleep and had a dream ridin' on M.L. |
| King |
| Two pinky rings, two pints of lean |
| Two cups, too turnt, two hoes, one me |
| They were screamin', «Free Gucci», but now that Guwop’s free |
| Blue cheese, no ranch, hunduns on me |
| Thirty cars deep, it’s like a circus with me |
| Rae Sremmurd, Gucci Mane, it sounds perfect to me |
| Now I’m back on top like I’m 'posed to be |
| But I done poured so many pints that shit got old to me (Wop) |
| Holding onto na-na-nah |
| Hoping they come to life |
| 'Cause underneath the stairs is where we |
| Poured our first perfect pints |
| Kung Fu Kenny, look look |
| Who the fuck you talkin' to? |
| You mainey (you mainey) |
| Salute me when I’m walkin' through, you ain’t me (you ain’t me) |
| Everything I do is with the extras (extras) |
| Flip me couple million for investments |
| And my hood love me unconditional |
| Your hood love you 'cause you on the instrumental though |
| This rap shit crazy, need the woosah |
| They screamin' Compton, must be two sides |
| R.I.P. |
| to Shawty Lo, yeah B. Dot know I’m flexin' |
| VIP my barrio, 200 on the guest list |
| I don’t like to sugarcoat or politic with yes men |
| I like me a boujee hoe from Normandie and Western |
| 2017 onto bigger things (bigger things) |
| I got a smaller team, got a bigger ring (bigger ring) |
| Everybody a Crip 'til they black and blue |
| Everybody a Blood 'til they hemorrhaging |
| Ah man, Mike WiLL Made-It |
| Two back to back Spurs, me and Mike WiLL made it |
| Double park on the curb, I can drive but I’m lazy |
| Half a pint, whole pint, gassed up, crazy, ayy |
| Holding onto memories |
| Tossing turning all night (yeah, yeah) |
| Leaving would be wise, but you know where my heart lies |
| I be rollin' every time that I arrive |