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Perfect Video (MV)




Performed By: Retro Foulintino
Language: English
Length: 2:33
Written by: kenneth jackson




Retro Foulintino - Perfect Lyrics




I hit tha gun range weekly just to get my aim up
Play wit my money they gon funeral arrange ya
Bro always told me better stack yo change up
So it's 20's 50's 100's every time I change up
Stay in my lane ain't no switching or swerving
Every time my phone ring it's delivery service
Ain't no tricking on a bitch cause they dnt deserve it
I stay styling and profiling everytime im working
205 Live how I'm flipping and serving
No mistakes here ain't no closing tha curtain
Codeine promethazine got me slurring my words
Put a dick in ya ear bitch f*ck what u heard
I be chasing after money so I run it up
You can't mistake me for my kindness bitch u dumb af
I be perfect plexing zips u a runner up
Brokey broke lil boy get ya money up
Splash bros wit me we applying dat pressure
Cold hearted nigga no matter tha weather
I be tom Brady how I'm calling dese plays
Play wit my name you'll b laying in graves
Run it up I gotta run it up
You broke af get ya money up
No filter we give no f*cks
Hoe you love me bitch come suck me up
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I hit tha gun range weekly just to get my aim up
Play wit my money they gon funeral arrange ya
Bro always told me better stack yo change up
So it's 20's 50's 100's every time I change up
Stay in my lane ain't no switching or swerving
Every time my phone ring it's delivery service
Ain't no tricking on a bitch cause they dnt deserve it
I stay styling and profiling everytime im working
205 Live how I'm flipping and serving
No mistakes here ain't no closing tha curtain
Codeine promethazine got me slurring my words
Put a dick in ya ear bitch f*ck what u heard
I be chasing after money so I run it up
You can't mistake me for my kindness bitch u dumb af
I be perfect plexing zips u a runner up
Brokey broke lil boy get ya money up
Splash bros wit me we applying dat pressure
Cold hearted nigga no matter tha weather
I be tom Brady how I'm calling dese plays
Play wit my name you'll b laying in graves
Run it up I gotta run it up
You broke af get ya money up
No filter we give no f*cks
Hoe you love me bitch come suck me up
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Writer: kenneth jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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