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icewear vezzo – perfect lyrics

i don’t f+ck with n+ggas ’cause i’m perfect
i’m perfect
i was doin’, mhm, mhm+hm
’cause we live from the six
realest n+gga in the trap, mhm
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i put all my hoes in designer (ooh)
don’t bring me out no bottles, purple soda with all the robbers
love that bougie p+ssy, she the finest
rich n+gga, went to trappin’, college money, problems i can solve
take a pic when i get dressed, when i go out i like to throw on saint
gotta save that check, i can’t go out like jerome and saint
diamond bracelets set with double [?], sixty pointers pink
t+ed up in a club, we geekin’ up, i’m finna throw the set
i hate tricks but i love fashion (yeah)
don’t be trickin’, but who askin’?
might just throw a tip if you get nasty (ooh)
she a project baby but she classy (yeah)
f+ck her like she trashy
put d+ck all down her throat till it get raspy

street n+gga but i’m perfect (b+tch, i’m perfect)
she a ghetto b+tch, that p+ssy perfect (p+ssy perfect)
i can’t wife a ho unless she perfect (unless she perfect)
i put on my ice and it look perfect
come on, yeah, b+tch, i’m perfect (b+tch, i’m perfect)
huh, yeah, b+tch, i’m perfect (b+tch, i’m perfect)
huh, i put on my ice and i look perfect (i look perfect)
i can’t wife a b+tch unless she perfect

i was servin’ the n+gga that was servin’ you ‘fore i rapped
n+gga, i done did business with the realest n+ggas, i was one deep as my strap, n+gga
i can’t name not one l that i took that i ain’t come back, these n+ggas can’t figure me out
this a disconnect ’cause they can’t comprehend the way i act, then i ain’t even givin’ it out
the way i can give it, call gotti for the bulletproof, one call to play out in memphis
make the ghetto b+tches put the hands on they knees, i pay respect, i don’t say hi to n+ggas
i go from plane to hotel, different hotel to the [?]
when i put that fire on ’em n+ggas, i went home, got in my bed, i ain’t even take me no bath
it is what it is, my n+gga, i done did what i did, now i’m settin’ this sh+t up for my family and kids, my n+gga
and my nieces and nephews, so they can live the way they wanna live, my n+gga
i can tell n+ggas feel a way when i keep pullin’ up on all the benzes, n+gga
and i barely drive them b+tches

like i ain’t earnt that sh+t
she ain’t really fit in with my program, so i done turned that b+tch
the other way, respectfully
i’m just a kirk, like this
i’m battle+tested, been through sh+t
that’s why i’m hurt like this
i see a therapist, i prolly tell her, b+tch

lot of girls like to swallow (swallow), college girls like to get it too (ooh)
wock’ in baby bottles, p+ssy hotter like she had a flu (yeah)
rich, turnt and rude, f+ck the problems, all my n+ggas shoot (pow, pow, pow)
got a lot of choppers, lot of dollars, twenty+six of blue
i be trappin’ in the city, it ain’t clappin’, b+tch, you with the streets
live from the six to magic city just like meech and t
dirty yellow fanta, purp’ gelato when i split the leaf (yeah, yeah)
ballin’ like the rappers out in traffic, twenty+six the [?] (skrrt)
take a pic when i get dressed, when i go out i like to throw on saint
run that paper up, i can’t go out like jerome and saint
valet park the cars, i’m too lit, i barely go on dates (skrrt)
turned her to a star, ho, you the sh+t, b+tch, you got all it takes (all it takes)

yeah, turned you to a star, ho, you the sh+t, you got all it takes (sh+t)
mhm, can’t do sh+t with all these cars, yeah, i’m too rich, i can’t even go on dates

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