Perfect (feat. SFN FLO)

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Perfect
Perfect
Thing perfect, with a purpose
You been with that same bitch who got you feeling worthless, yeah yeah
Same bitch who got you feeling worthless
My tints is darker than illegal
Don't be mad on how I treat you
Put your name on these bullets
Streets be dirty; ain't no love
I put trust in your soul, but you ain't really who you was
I put trust in your soul, but you ain't really who you was
Perfect
Perfect
Perfect
Everything is perfect, with a purpose
You been with that same bitch who got you feeling worthless
My tints is darker than illegal
Don't be mad on how I treat you
Put your name on these bullets
Streets be dirty; ain't no love
I put trust in your soul, but you ain't really who you was
I put trust in your soul, but you ain't really who you was
You ain't no gangster
Catch your bluff
My niggas they empty out clip
Walked in the club with eleven niggas in all white
With my Jesús piece lookin' too heavenly
These niggas filled with the jealousy,
I'm like a referee, dishin' out penalties
I f*ck a bitch; she forever remember me
Order food to the crib right through Uber Eats
That's my sneaky link
Ass look good in Pink
Poppin' bottles with my day one
You not from where I'm from
Looking at me like I owe you one
Nigga is you dumb
Spit in her mouth when I choke her
Cards in my hand like Yu-Gi-Oh
I'm in the studio
I keep throwing the perky all in her booty hole 
Gettin' this money, take care, my family
I need this chicken like Zaxaby
All this drip on my body; can't match me
Don't be surprised; I don't need you
I took a bitch who ain't have shit and gave her confidence
I wasn't with the clout chasing, f*ck the audience
I got niggas watching up, and they, my guardians
Everything is perfect
Perfect
Perfect
Everything is perfect, with a purpose
You been with that same bitch who got you feeling worthless
My tints is darker than illegal
Don't be mad on how I treat you
Put your name on these bullets
Streets be dirty; ain't no love
I put trust in your soul, but you ain't really who you was
I put trust in your soul, but you ain't really who you was
Take the wheels off his whip if we think that nigga rolling
Thirty hallows in this clip, best believe my Gilzzy stolen
Yeah, I'm the type to throw a fit; get upset if I ain't in motion
Astro in the cut, it's whatever these niggas want
Floatin' blicks, bustin' chop since a jit ain't got to stunt
Occupation getting money, I be coppin' what I wish for
Niggas fuji plottin' on me till I do a kick door
I'm the devil with this Prada on me; what you think I'm lit for
Ouu ah
Can't bust down with a simp
Cooling withcho bitch she call me Papi; I'm a pimp
I been running up these digits got walkin' with a limp
Ain't no deal for that feature you gon pay me, or you shit out of luck
Woah, we've been getting bags now they can't f*ck with us
Run down on me, and you done
Yeah, that switcha leave you fucked
Ou Wooah,
F*ck it; put him in a blunt
Got him looking just like Ricky when that boy tried to run, ah
Perfect
Perfect
Perfect
Perfect
Everything is perfect with a purpose
You been with that same bitch who got you feeling worthless
My tints is darker than illegal
Don't be mad on how I treat you
Put your name on these bullets
Streets be dirty; ain't no love
I put trust in your soul, but you ain't really who you was
I put trust in your soul, but you ain't really who you was
You ain't really what you was
But you ain't really who you was
You ain't really what you was

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