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yung joc - perfect timing lyrics

[chorus: gunna & yung joc]
i went from crumbs to bricks (crumbs)
i like the sun to hit (sun)
i shine like the sun (shine like the sun)
all of my diamonds glist’ (all of my diamonds glist’)
i sleep in designer (sleep in designer)
i got a ton of drip (i got a ton of drip)
i wanna flood the b-tch (i wanna flood)
spend me a dub (spend me a dub)
i’m focused on money (focused on money)
i keep them racks on me (i keep them racks)
don’t f-ck with my money (don’t f-ck with my money)
you’ll be a casualty (you’ll be a casualty)
it’s all about timing (all about timing)
that patek a buck on me (patek a buck on me)
she all on my line (all on my line)
lil’ b-tch wanna f-ck on me (b-tch wanna f-ck on me)

[verse 1: yung joc]
yeah, yeah
i’m the man, i’m the man, yeah, b-tch know i’m the man, yeah
balling’s nothing new to me, baby, been had them bands now
givenchy all over me, gotta make sure i stand out
f-ck it, i got it up out the mud, never had my hands out
i keep the four-fifth by the seat back, better get back ‘fore i cl1ck back
f-ck all that chit-chat, leave you slumped over at your kickback
made ten mil’ in my first year, ten carats in both ears
paid 10k for these cartiers, just so i can see clear
she touching all over my fashion
godd-mnit, these diamonds be dancing
i throw it up monday at magic
she eat up that d-ck like a savage
the same n-gga stood on the block with me
the same n-gga took to the top with me
the same n-gga hoppin’ out ‘raris
them b-tches be foreign like we hit the lottery

[verse 2: gunna]
i would’ve loved to hit (love)
i could’ve f-cked her t-ts (i could’ve f-cked her t-ts)
had a threesome and f-cked her friend (friend)
all the above (all the above)

[verse 3: yung joc]
the back of her nose ghost (nose ghost)
petty b-tch overdosing (overdose)
your b-tch is uncoachable (oh, yeah)
you n-ggas too sociable (unsociable)

[verse 4: gunna]
i don’t need no -ssist (none)
this sh-t like the toilet tissue (sh-t like toilet tissue)
i do not order chris (i do not order chris)
k!ller got mud (k!ller got mud)

[verse 5: yung joc]
she suck a percocet (perky)
made for the perfect s-x (workin’)
i put that b-tch on the mud (mud)
call it dirty s-x, yeah
no cap on my salary, n-gga, yeah, yeah
n-ggas be mad at me, n-gga
they b-tches be after me, n-gga, yeah, yeah
atlanta n-gga ’til i d-i-e
when i do, bury me vip
atlanta n-gga ’til i d-i-e
when i do, bury me vip

- yung joc lyrics

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