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+bless+ (rage) - perfection lyrics

[chorus]
yeah, where you at? (ginseng)
we gon’ get to stompin’ on him like he was a mat
don’t wanna be like y’all, so i ain’t got me no task
triple six dogs, b+tch, we feel like project pat
f+ckin’ that b+tch raw ’cause her ass was so d+mn fat
every day, break the law, so why would i go cap?
everything i do, i do it with perfection
yeah, she said she liked my f+ckin’ beat selection
run and beat the president, might go run election
they all like my singin’, they like my inflections

[verse 1]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i got your b+tch like squirtle
sloppy perk like a turtle
i be the cap, no colonel
poppin’ these boys like a kernel
r.i.p virgil, woah

[break]
(ginseng)

[verse 2]
jump on the beat like hurdles
nut in it ’cause she infertile
this sh+t’s so fire, it’s infernal
we might just go and go hurt you
we might just go and go murk you
sippin’ on lean and i’m poppin’ the percs, too
bought her ass and i bought her a purse too
my b+tch applied for the nurse
she gonna give me the percs, and
i like a badass person, but
she always hurt me on purpose
i’m in full immersion
live life in third person
cut sh+t like a surgeon
wrist wet, it’s submergin’
i ain’t gon’ get yo’ merchant
you’re stabbed just like an urchin
yeah, when the flight departure?
p+ssy, he get tortured
you know we escortin’
you know i’m important
b+tch, don’t get me started
808 be fartin’
wanna be like cordae (ginseng)
[chorus]
yeah, where you at?
we gon’ get to stompin’ on him like he was a mat
don’t wanna be like y’all, so i ain’t got me no task
triple six dogs, b+tch, we feel like project pat
f+ckin’ that b+tch raw ’cause her ass was so d+mn fat
every day, break the law, ho, why would i go cap?
everything i do, i do it with perfection
yeah, she said she liked my f+ckin’ beat selection
run and beat the president, might go run election
they all like my singin’, they like my inflection

[verse 3]
i [?] a hole in my roof
f+ckin’ that b+tch is the new
only thing i’ll [?]
she said she cummin’ real soon
i swear to god, b+tch, [?] who (ginseng)
yeah, look at my wrist, it’s frozen
they know who the g.o.a.t is
just like peter, she my lois
shout out to bro, lotus
when i was in my lowest
i still kept on flowin’
hop in that whip and i’m slowin’
i be the best, and they already know it
rockin’ givenchy, i’m rockin’ rick owens
flex in the grass, so i’m gettin’ to mowin’
poppin’ these thirties, i need me some mo’, yeah
ride in the auto with yagi, i don’t do the rowin’, yuh
ride me like kawasaki, i know she was so in

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