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atl smook – perfect match lyrics

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[intro]
uhhh, uhh, uhhh
uhhh, uhh, uhhh
uhhh, uhh, uhhh

[chorus]
don’t wanna talk if it ain’t bout cash
don’t wanna talk if it ain’t bout racks
i put 200 on the dash
smashed that b+tch now the tires flat
i put undercover on with the raf
yeah, designer i mismatch
got this new lil vibe she bad
yeah i swear she the perfect match
oh no
seen you hate, boy you ain’t my partner
woah, woah
i was blowing zaza like a rasta
uh, uh
that bottle on me like a toddler
yeah, yeah
get high just to ease my problems
uhhh
[verse]
i’m taking risks like i got nothing to lose
diamonds they fighting and biting
diamonds they kicking like kung fu
my goons they’ll blitz like a titan
baby get low when they comе through
lil shawty she real deal nasty
shе pop the x when she come through
i told her to show me what that tongue do
i don’t want to but i’m gon show you what it gon do
hotbox the coupe smoke out the sun roof
might drop the top just to let some through

[chorus]
don’t wanna talk if it ain’t bout cash
don’t wanna talk if it ain’t bout racks
i put 200 on the dash
smashed that b+tch now the tires flat
i put undercover on with the raf
yeah, designer i mismatch
got this new lil vibe she bad
yeah i swear she the perfect match
oh no
seen you hate, boy you ain’t my partner
woah, woah
i was blowing zaza like a rasta
uh, uh
that bottle on me like a toddler
yeah, yeah
get high just to ease my problems
uhhh
[verse]
wake up i get to the check for sure
i’m off the x, i want neck for sure
i’m a big stepper, a vet for sure
know that i’m keeping the bag secured
cause i was depressed and the bag was the cure
i’m on the phone with the plug
he said that he waiting on bags to cure
you can keep the fake love
cause i know it ain’t pure
i know one thing you ain’t picture me here
in the big body truck look like john deere
catch me an opp gonna down like a deer

[chorus]
don’t wanna talk if it ain’t bout cash
don’t wanna talk if it ain’t bout racks
i put 200 on the dash
smashed that b+tch now the tires flat
i put undercover on with the raf
yeah, designer i mismatch
got this new lil vibe she bad
yeah i swear she the perfect match
oh no
seen you hate, boy you ain’t my partner
woah, woah
i was blowing zaza like a rasta
uh, uh
that bottle on me like a toddler
yeah, yeah
get high just to ease my problems
uhhh



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