lirik lagu birdman - picture perfect
juvenile on throwback
like ’80 something, i go back
them brown bags, i sold that
them street corners, i know that
appet-te, i’m so hungry
democrat, i go donkey
weed head, i’m junky.
white boy, i smoke honkeys
n-gg-s like, “what juvie on?”
“he’s wildin’ out, he’s straight trippin'”
ya’ll n-gg-s is straight p-ssy
and ya’ll are about to be rape victims
boy im f-cking with truckloads
started off from an eight ball
like airplanes on a runway
a real n-gg- goin’ take off
i’m the reason my street hot
still stick to my g-code
tees, bo’s and my reeboks
and i’m cheesed up; i’ve got cheetos
i told ya’ll i’ll quit beefin’
i’m chillin dawg, i’m on rehab
my lawyer told me my record clean and if ya’ll f-ck with me i might relapse
like noriega got a lot of guns, like las vegas i’m pimpin
laws keepin’ their distance, ain’t no penetratin’ my system
bad boy; not puffy
hotboy, get stuffy
my main b-tch got a black card and she’ll spend it all cause she love me.
b-tch i’m picture perfect
i paint a perfect picture
i’m spoonin’ with your b-tch and make you do the dirty dishes.
man i hate the thirsty b-tches,
cut them off like circ-mcision
i’m the type to talk sh-t and it’d be words of wisdom.
b-tch i’m picture perfect
i paint a perfect picture
i’m spoonin’ with your b-tch and make you do the dirty dishes.
man i hate the thirsty b-tches,
cut them off like circ-mcision
i’m the type to talk sh-t and it’d be words of wisdom.
monster, killa, real n-gg- hustla on the reala
my n-gg– a dope dealer, dealer
hustler, shinin’
a big timer n-gg-
so high on my grind i’ll be high flyin n-gg-
with my strapped up, my guns tight
these n-gg-s know i get money
come from uptown n-gg-
where a killin’ take just a few hundreds
blast, past
smokin on that pound
shinin with my round when my n-gg- touched down.
hundred keys on his feet shinin on them 23’s
blowin o’s, f-ckin hoes
watch me throw another g
strapped in this field n-gg-
me and my lil’ young n-gg-
ridin’ around your town n-gg-
gettin’ nothin’ but money n-gg-
one hundred!
b-tch i’m picture perfect
i paint a perfect picture
i’m spoonin’ with your b-tch and make you do the dirty dishes.
man i hate the thirsty b-tches,
cut them off like circ-mcision
i’m the type to talk sh-t and it’d be words of wisdom.
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