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Picture Perfect
Mike WiLL Made-It
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Shit had to come out during the holidays
'Cause it's a gift
I mean, all year
What you hear?
Mike WiLL Made-It
That my shit talkin' ass
Juvenile, I'm throwback, like eighty-somethin', my throwback
Them brown bags, I sold that; them street corners, I know that
Appetite, I'm so hungry; Democrat, I go donkey
Weed head, I'm junkie, white boy that smoke honkeys
Niggas like, "What Juve on? He wildin' out, he straight trippin'"
Y'all niggas is straight pussy, and y'all about to be rape victims
Boy, I'm fuckin' with truckloads, started off from an eight-ball
Like airplanes on a runway, a real nigga gon' take off
I'm the reason my street hot, still stick to my G code
Tees, 4s and my Reeboks, and I'm cheesed up, I got Cheetos
I told y'all I quit beefin', I'm chillin', dawg, I'm on rehab
My lawyer told me my record clean
If y'all fuck with me, I might relapse
Like Noreaga, got a lot of guns, like Las Vegas, I'm pimpin'
Laws keepin' they distance, ain't no penetratin' my system
Bad boy, not Puffy; hot boy, get stuffin'
My main bitch got a black card, she'll spend it all 'cause she love me
Bitch I'm, picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
I'm spoonin' with your bitch and make you do the dirty dishes
Man, I hate them thirsty bitches, cut 'em off like circumcision
I'm the type to talk shit, and it be words of wisdom
Bitch I'm, picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
I'm spoonin' with your bitch and make you do the dirty dishes
Man, I hate them thirsty bitches, cut 'em off like circumcision
I'm the type to talk shit, and it be words of wisdom
Monster, killer, real nigga hustler
On the real-a, my nigga, a dope dealer, dealer
Hustler, shinin', a big-timer nigga
So high on my grind, I be high flyin', nigga
With my strapped up, my guns tight, these niggas know I get money
Come from uptown, nigga, where a killin' take just a few hundreds
Blast, hash, smokin' on that pound
Shinin' with my round when my nigga touch down
Hundred keys, on his feet, shinin' on them twenty-threes
Blowin' O's, fuckin' hoes, watch me throw another G
Strapped in this field, nigga, me and my lil' young nigga
Ridin' 'round your town, nigga, gettin' nothin' but money, nigga
One hundred
Bitch I'm, picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
I'm spoonin' with your bitch and make you do the dirty dishes
Man, I hate them thirsty bitches, cut 'em off like circumcision
I'm the type to talk shit, and it be words of wisdom
Bitch I'm, picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
I'm spoonin' with your bitch and make you do the dirty dishes
Man, I hate them thirsty bitches, cut 'em off like circumcision
I'm the type to talk shit, and it be words of wisdom
Tried to fuck the world, can't fit, pockets fat as St. Nick
All I got is my niggas, 'cause a bitch still ain't shit
And I got kush all in my Swisher, these niggas is tissue
I don't believe these niggas, 'cause I don't believe in superstitions
Juvie, I got you, dreadlock rasta, hair like pasta, I go meatballs
I get up in that ass and hit it fast as Chinese ping-pong
And my bitch, she got that fire, my homie got that iron
But I tell him put it away and you can get punched like a Hawaiian
Bitch, it's Tunechi F., baby, I'm an original hot boy
My dick feel like a prisoner 'cause this bitch got lockjaw
I'm so feelin' myself, truck everybody else
My redbone is ice cold, I'ma fuck the bitch 'til she melt, ugh
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
I'm spoonin' with your bitch and make you do the dirty dishes
Man, I hate them thirsty bitches, cut 'em off like circumcision
I'm the type to talk shit, and it be words of wisdom
Bitch I'm N.O. 'til I G.O., I can't change if I tried
I look to my left, I look to my right, and time ain't on my side
So that's why I like my blunt fat and out of shape
Money on my mind, pussy on my face, Tunechi
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
I'm spoonin' with your bitch and make you do the dirty dishes
Man, I hate them thirsty bitches, cut 'em off like circumcision
I'm the type to talk shit, and it be words of wisdom
Bitch I'm, picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
I'm spoonin' with your bitch and make you do the dirty dishes
Man, I hate them thirsty bitches, cut 'em off like circumcision
I'm the type to talk shit, and it be words of wisdom
Yeah
I told you
Young Mula, baby!