lirik lagu summrs - perfect timing [sped up]
[intro]
(what do you desire?)
i’m smoking cigarettes (b~tch, haha)
(haha, mmm, mmm)
(i be in my dice bag)
(you feel me, you know how i be)
[verse]
i’m falling in love (falling in love), falling in love with life (falling in love)
and i’m falling in love (falling in love), falling in love with racks (falling in love)
and i’m falling in love (falling in love), falling in love with diamonds (falling in love)
they can change the climate, we on perfect timing (perfect timing)
cartier, perfect timing (yeah)
lil’ baby so fine, and
i know she really want it (want it), but she can’t have it (have it)
my n~ggas clutch on plastic, n~gga, what’s happening? (clutch, clutch)
up in my benz, no seat belt, in a motherf~cking 4matic (4matic, yeah, no)
yeah, brenda, i miss you (miss you)
i look at my neck everyday where i got your name tatted (tatted)
if i let the window down, draco let ’em have it, yeah (fire~fire)
my life like a movie scene, cinematic, yeah (cinematic, yeah, sh~t)
i let my money do a money fan (yeah)
i am not worried about him, he a fan (yeah)
still screaming, “free my dawgs out of the can”
bugg called me yesterday, he doing good
he asked me how i’m doing, i say, “good” (huh)
he said that play turned him to a wood (uh~huh)
i said, “i know big bro, yeah, as you should” (yeah)
he told me “hold it down”, he coming home (home)
okay, now let me get back in my zone (zone)
i’m eating good, and my money long (my money long)
i got this b~tch giving stupid dome (stupid dome)
i’m with my n~ggas if they right or wrong
i’m in my high~rise writing songs (writing songs)
i’m just playing, i don’t write
h~lla carats on my neck, they bite (yeah, they bite)
h~lla carats on my wrist, they bite (yeah, they bite)
i hate people that just follow hype
hyping these p~ssy n~ggas like they nice
y’all really just listen to ’em ’til i drop
shout out jozizzy, he just shipped the wock’
you know that it’s clean just by how it drop
dirty glock out the streets, came with no box
b~tch, stop worrying about me, i ain’t cut my locs
i f~cked up a bag, i do that a lot, ha
[outro]
(b~tch, haha)
i f~ck up a bag a lot, a lot
out they top, n~ggas out they f~ckin’ meezy
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