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Aye, I ain't perfect I'm perfect only for you I just pulled up in a tonka, I'm toting my choppa, I might let it blow like a flute Bitch, I'm sick of the lies that you tell me, I'm throwing shit up like the flu, yeah Bitch, I'm sick of yo best friend always tryna tell you what to do Tell me how you feel I been grinding dropping songs but nah I ain't signing that deal They tried to play me but I cant be played man everything that I do is too real I am too real, too real for the industry That bitch be buggin me like I'm a centipede Told that bitch get her feet off of my centerpiece I'm finna slam a lil ho like I'm 23 Feel like I'm Mike, feel like I'm Jordan Uppin a stick on that boy like a warden Block a ho number she just an annoyance We finna slide if you really want war with us Uzi be shooting it's automatic, we don't do no semis over here I got a bitch and she want me to eat her kitty, she just wanna help me grow a beard It took me forever to get my first pair of headphone Glock on me, I'm finna leave that boy head gone Trapped in a cell like a fuckin electron Get that money, I still trap on my cellphone They be hating cuz they fell off, get on Yellow gold but I want me a two-tone Yellow bitch but I want me a red bone I smoke a cone to the face, my head strong I spend too much time inside my feelings I smoke til I feel it She knows that I have always been fearless She finds it appealing I'ma stack my bands up to the ceiling Everyday I'm winning Don't try to show me no fuckin pity You'll get popped, no izzy My bitch freaky, she wanna do a quicky Pull it out she lick it She swallow my sticky, told that bitch don't give me hickey Aye, I ain't perfect, I'm perfect only for you I just pulled up in a tonka, I'm toting my choppa, I might let it blow like a flute Bitch I'm sick of the lies that you tell me, I'm throwing shit up like the flu, yeah Bitch I'm sick of yo best friend always tryna tell you what to do Tell me how you feel I been grinding dropping songs but nah I ain't signing that deal They tried to play me but I cant be played man everything that I do is too real I am too real, too real for the industry That bitch be buggin me like I'm a centipede Told that bitch get her feet off of my centerpiece I'm finna slam a lil ho like I'm 23 Feel like I'm Mike, feel like I'm Jordan Uppin a stick on that boy like a warden Block a ho number she just an annoyance We finna slide if you really want war with us
Writer(s): Reese Gradilla Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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