Perfect Timing
Ain't nothing like perfect timing
She got that fye that shit
Make you wanna rewind it
Gone catch ya climax
I ain't even make it home
Before she hitting my iChat
Guess it's just like that
We run it right back
We run it right back
Missing me already
I keep it so steady
I been focused on goals
Walking in with them racks
Spend it then get it back
That's the usual
I'm really tryna see you for you
Vibe ain't right
I can feel it in the mood
Nighas be fake
I ain't seeing it through
Don't call me today
Bit I'm not in the mood
I'm finna go turn this
One into two
Then Finna go turn that
Two to a five
When she all alone
Always hitting my line
Mixing my strains
Smoking cookie and pie see the Fake vibes
They just hate in disguise
On the way to LA and I'm Driving the 5
She with it all so she making
The time
Suck me so long
Now I'm stuck in her mind
Aye
She just want
Me to come closer
Bit I been balling
Like old school barbosa
She getting lit
Wanna drink mimosas
I'm off that addy and I'm off that Doja
Smoking exotic I love the odor
I got new Money got money That's older
I told that bit
Hold my paper like folders
Riding with risk
Gotta watch for the rollers
Balling to hard fourth quarter
I'm In her walls
Like I past The boarder
Fucking her fast
And I'm fucking her slower
I gotta keep this shit
Lit to the core
I got bank backboards
She ain't my brat
So I cannot spoil her
If this was fifteen
We would still be the warriors
She got that fye that shit
Make you wanna rewind it
Gone catch ya climax
I ain't even make it home
Before she hitting my iChat
Guess it's just like that
We run it right back
We run it right back
Missing me already
I keep it so steady
I been focused on goals
Walking in with them racks
Spend it then get it back
That's the usual
I'm really tryna see you for you
Vibe ain't right
I can feel it in the mood
Nighas be fake
I ain't seeing it through
Don't call me today
Bit I'm not in the mood
I'm finna go turn this
One into two
Then Finna go turn that
Two to a five
When she all alone
Always hitting my line
Mixing my strains
Smoking cookie and pie see the Fake vibes
They just hate in disguise
On the way to LA and I'm Driving the 5
She with it all so she making
The time
Suck me so long
Now I'm stuck in her mind
Aye
She just want
Me to come closer
Bit I been balling
Like old school barbosa
She getting lit
Wanna drink mimosas
I'm off that addy and I'm off that Doja
Smoking exotic I love the odor
I got new Money got money That's older
I told that bit
Hold my paper like folders
Riding with risk
Gotta watch for the rollers
Balling to hard fourth quarter
I'm In her walls
Like I past The boarder
Fucking her fast
And I'm fucking her slower
I gotta keep this shit
Lit to the core
I got bank backboards
She ain't my brat
So I cannot spoil her
If this was fifteen
We would still be the warriors
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Writer(s): Devion Hammond
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