Purrrfect

Yeah
Right off the rip, bitch, let's get it
I don't give a fuck if a fuck nigga trippin'
I'm zooted n' booted, these drugs in my system
We got dubious doobies, we getting so lifted
If it's money or coochie I'm getting right to it
I bool with the Bloods, yeah I be boolin'
I cool with the Crips, bitch I be coolin'
God hand on me keep blessing like wont she do it?
Yeah, this choppa gon chop up on your medulla
Pushin' P, pushing pounds, we pushing dope
She came and gave me her mind, she like my tutor

Head so goddamn good couldn't keep my jeans on
Walk in that bitch, all black fit, Rickied up, yeah, this my theme song
It don't matter what it is lil' bitch, I put that thing on
Please don't try to step to me lil' nigga, I got that thing on me
Makin' it rain wit' the change on me
Yes, I had niggas who changed on me
Pour up the Tris with the grape soda
I hang wit' niggas who bang homie
Slow your roll, you don't want no smoke, I make this Four Five bang, brodie
So much ice on my goddamn wrist that I should buy a Zamboni
Everything working out
Everything perfect
I know I'm gon make it put that work in
Every time I let her fuck, she deserved it
Put that cock right in her mouth and she do service
Hop in her cervix
I turn her on, yeah
I take control, yeah
Hit at her place or I hit at the telly, but won't take her home, yeah
It's just what I'm on, yeah
What I been on, yeah
On some other shit
Looking like straight money when I walk in with my model bitch
Louis, Prada wallet
Keep it on me, this ain't counterfeit
How the fuck I pull up to the show and just rock out the pit?
Touch down in your city, fuck your main ho, I'm so ugh
Fuck your main ho, fuck your main ho, I'm so ugh
Fuck your main ho, fuck your main ho, I'm so-
Yeah Yuh

Yeah
Right off the rip, bitch, let's get it
I don't give a fuck if a fuck nigga trippin'
I'm zooted n' booted, these drugs in my system
We got dubious doobies, we getting so lifted
If it's money or coochie I'm getting right to it
I bool with the Bloods, yeah I be boolin'
I cool with the Crips, bitch I be coolin'
God hand on me keep blessing like wont she do it?
Yeah this choppa gon' chop up on your medulla
Pushin' P, pushing pounds, we pushing dope
She came and gave me her mind, she like my tutor

Head so goddamn good couldn't keep my jeans on
Walk in that bitch, all black fit, Rickied up, yeah, this my theme song
It don't matter what it is lil' bitch, I put that thing on
Please don't try to step to me lil' nigga, I got that thing on me
Thing, thing on me
Thing on me
Thing on me
thing, thing, thing, thing, thing, thing, thing, thing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What? What?
What? What?



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Writer(s): Noe Soudy
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