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yung bleu – perk emotions lyrics

[intro]
i got people telling me they miss the old me (jd on tha track)
but that’s like telling me you miss the broke me
i left my past life in the streets, my grandma told me
n-ggas ain’t sh-t, i can do better by my lonely
that b-tch don’t want no child support, she want a new life
for every status that you post, i bought some new ice
i told my son it’s gon’ get better up in due time
plus i got n-ggas that want smoke, i gotta move right

[chorus]
i just popped a perc’ and i don’t feel no pain
i just popped a perc’ to get me through some things
what about now? you ain’t wanna f-ck me, what about now?
kick these dumb b-tches out my motherf-cking house, out
b-tch, i got diamonds in my mouth, i’m from the south
i f-ck that b-tch up on the couch and she say (woah)
i just popped a perc’ and i don’t feel no pain
i just popped a perc’ to get me through some things

[verse 1]
my neighbors, they be nervous, i be clutchin’ too hard
two shooters on the roof if you come step in my yard
i might just fall through the floor ’cause we be steppin’ too hard
a certified gang leader, i be reppin’ too hard, yeah
b-tch, i’m ’bout to blast off, i just got the cash off
i knew it was murder when my n-gga took his mask off
b-tch, you think that i’ma fall off, b-tch, i got too many hits
treat my ho like food stamps, she gotta have benefits
you know i got on fendi sleeves
cut the air on 50 just to get that b-tch to leave
f-ck and buy her mickey d’s
got gold on me like mr. t
you heard about me in the streets, you know that i’m a beast
but i got this pain running deep

[verse 2]
let me tell you ’bout some sh-t i just invested in, yeah
40k to murk that n-gga and his next of kin
i’m the handy man, know how to work an f&n
and f-ck you, donald trump, i still hang with these mexicans
we got white hoes at the trump tower sucking black d-ck
i’m having an orgy with these hoes and i ain’t finna match sh-t
pop out the window with this chopper, on my mad max sh-t
got too many racks up on the plane, ain’t even have to pack sh-t
this vmg iraq sh-t, never catch me lackin’
f-ckin’ with some made men, get your chest caved in
i never thought ’bout suicide, i guess i got too many kids
i just pop a couple perkies to get this sh-t up off my wig

[outro]
my neighbors, they be nervous, i be clutchin’ too hard
two shooters on the roof if you come step in my yard

- yung bleu lyrics

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