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blade brown - picture perfect lyrics

[hook + youngs teflon]
puff puff pass, we’re still smoking that dust yo
chilling with my g and we’re needing some bucks though
but it ain’t hard to get you done for a box though
picture was perfect but the package was bosh though
i know some rich n+ggas who floss broke
but they pop coke, bag it and shot o’s
more money, more murder, the block’s cold
salutations to the bruddas we lost though

[verse 1 + blade brown]
some of my bruddas passed, some lifers now
shout my brudda on his deen, he turned his life around
still got n+ggas pushing white around
holding big hammers that hit you and turn you twice around
all my bruddas certi, they’re holding their clips with thirty
they bang it until it’s dirty
i know some g’s that really get it but won’t let it show
bro stopped f+cking with the paper and he let it go
something like red cav
don’t bother coming round here with that dead mash
i told him “chill out, your hand ting’s drill out”
don’t make me haffi get the corn, get the mill out
and i won’t stop until i bring the mill out
n+ggas just hiding in their hood but i’m still out
yeah fam i said i’m still out
brought all my n+ggas with me, yeah i got the trill out
[hook + youngs teflon]
puff puff pass, we’re still smoking that dust yo
chilling with my g and we’re needing some bucks though
but it ain’t hard to get you done for a box though
picture was perfect but the package was bosh though
i know some rich n+ggas who floss broke
but they pop coke, bag it and shot o’s
more money, more murder, the block’s cold
salutations to the bruddas we lost though

[verse 2 + squeeks]
i’m the hardest motherf+cker, b+tch you don’t know my name?
bet you wanna know me now
gold’s got the boxes, i be pushing thirty out
plus thirty, plus thirty, plus thirty wow
fire on the track, me and blade had to burn it down
feds on my block but i’ve still got a worker out
rat’s got the mac, grah grah, still be squirting out
you can get it in your back b+tch, don’t turn around
n+ggas know that i do this
b+tches on me, she’s working
getting brains all stupid
in my car, it be german
i’m teaching while she’s just learning
she’s freaking me, i’m just flirting
she a bad b+tch, she’s mad rich
she knows my ad+libs, that’s for certain
i’m with blade, in the car waiting
i feel like chilling cah it’s been a long day
we’re getting money, you’re in the wrong place
i’m gonna bill it cah i’ve got that strong haze
[hook + youngs teflon]
puff puff pass, we’re still smoking that dust yo
chilling with my g and we’re needing some bucks though
but it ain’t hard to get you done for a box though
picture was perfect but the package was bosh though
i know some rich n+ggas who floss broke
but they pop coke, bag it and shot o’s
more money, more murder, the block’s cold
salutations to the bruddas we lost though

- blade brown lyrics

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