lirik lagu juvenile - picture perfect
[verse 1: juvenile]
juvenile i’m 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-ggas like what juvie on, he’s wilding out, he’s straight tripping
y’all n-ggas is straight p-ssy and ya’ll are about to be rape victims
boy i’m f-cking with truckloads, started off from an 8 ball
like airplanes on a runway, a real n-gga gonna 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 beefing; i’m chilling dawg, i’m on rehab
my lawyer told me my record clean and if y’all f-ck with me, i might relapse
like noriega got a lot of guns, like las vegas i’m pimping
laws keeping their distance, ain’t no penetrating my system
bad boy, not puffy hot boy, get stuffy
my main b-tch got a black card and she’ll spend it all cause she love me
[hook x2: lil wayne]
b-tch i’m picture perfect, i paint a perfect picture
i’m spooning with your b-tch and make you do the dirty dishes
man i hate the thirsty b-tches, cut em off like circ-mcision
i’m the type to talk sh-t and it’d be words of wisdom
[verse 2: birdman]
monster, k!ller, real n-gga hustla on the reala
my n-gga, a dope dealer dealer
hustler, shining, a big tymer n-gga
so high on my grind i’ll be high flying n-gga
with my strapped up, my guns tight
these n-ggas know i get money
come from uptown n-gga
where a k!lling take just a few hundreds
blast past, smoking on that pound
shining with my round when my n-gga touched down
100 keys on his feet shinin on them 23’s
blowing o’s, f-cking hoes, watch me throw another g
strapped in this field n-gga, me and my lil’ young n-gga
ridin’ around your town n-gga, getting nothing but money n-gga
one hundred
[hook]
[verse 3: lil wayne]
uh, tried to f-ck the world, can’t fit
pockets fat as saint nick
all i’ve got is my n-ggas, cause a b-tch still ain’t sh-t
and i’ve got kush all in my swisher, these n-ggas is tissue
i don’t believe these n-ggas, cause i don’t believe in superst-tions
juvie, i gotcha dreads like rasta, hair like pasta, i go meatb-lls
i get up in that -ss and hit it as fast as chinese ping-pong
and my b-tch, she got that fire, my homie got that iron
but i tell ’em put it away or you could get punched like a hawaiian
b-tch it’s tunechi f baby, i’m an original hot boy
my d-ck feel like a prisoner cause this b-tch got lockjaw
i’m so feeling myself, truk everybody else
my redbone is ice cold, i’mma f-ck the b-tch till she melts
uhh
[hook]
[outro: lil wayne]
b-tch i’m n-o till 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 outta shape
money on my mind
p-ssy on my face
tunechi
[hook]
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