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perfect - soulja boy & lil b lyrics

[intro: lil b]
godd-mn, look at my wrist
the b-tch iced out (pretty boys)
godd-mn (pbm), look at my neck
i’m iced out
pretty boy sh-t

[verse 1: lil b]
(swag) b-tch (woop), i’m lex (swag) luger (swag, swag); soulja al pacino (woop)
(swag) scarface (swag swag) (woop), b-tch, i feel like neno (swag) (neno)
b-tch, i’m el- (woop) (f-ck, f-ck it), i (woop woop) don’t give no f-cks (swag, swag)
i’m rich b-tch, that b-tch sucked my d-ck, i don’t give no f-cks (woop) (yeah)
we ridin’ in (swag), stand up (swag) with that b-tch (swag) squirtin’ (squirtin’) (swag)
30 on my (swag) d-ck (woop), that b-tch (swag) felt [?] (swag) (chef) (knife)
came in (swag) (cook), n-ggas swag (knife) like i’m tim (swag) robbins (woop)
that (swag) n-gga (woop) playing with me (woop, woop), that n-gga (woop) suicidal (woop woop) (swag) (suicidal)
we came in, n-ggas playing (swag) with them bad (swag) b-tches (bad b-tches)
pretty boys (swag), n-gga (n-gga) (uh-huh), you know we get them figures (woop woop) (get ’em) (swag) (get ’em, get ’em) (swag) (get ’em) (uh-huh)
b-tch, i feel like ron artest (b-tch)
tip me a shipped (swag) ring (ring), chain (woop) on my neck (on my neck)
bling bling like (yes) i’m hot, boy (yes), chevy rod’ (swag) (rod’)
i’m in mia (swag swag) (mia), and that b-tch make it drop (woop) (make it drop) (swag, swag swag), uh
pretty boys, we getting money (money) (soulja)
shouts out soulja boy (soulja) (swag), we get that (swag swag) chedda (yes)

[verse 2: soulja boy]
packed with that heater back, this that n-gga soulja (dre)
black like i’m repping for my n-ggas in minnesota (dre)
dying h-ll in memphis, tennessee, them n-ggas red (dre)
s.o.d gang, and the young boy blessed up (dre)
young sniffed that western (dre) to tote that cali c0ke, bro (dre)
so shout out to (dre) my young boys (dre) who hold it down (dre) on simpset road
back in the days, i was doing the same thing (dre)
these days, i hit the d-mn club and make it hurricane (dre)
back to (dre) the south, i drop (dre) my boy off (dre) on the slab (dre)
then i pull up to (dre) my opposition (dre), it’s too lookin’ (dre) so hot (s beezy)
so i’m listenin’ to my partner, he tellin’ me that he got a plate (swag)
and i know we ’bout to make a whole lot of cake today
get the f-ck out my way before i let that thing slip off, off my hip
and it will catch up (awwwww), these n-ggas slipping, i swear (dre)
then i put that on molly, and i put that on my sweat
and i’m put that on my cd, i will leave you bodybagged (dre)

[verse 3: soulja boy]
young k!ller is with me (uh), and i swear we is so deep (uh)
pbm, s.o.d, 100 squad, super deep
hit the block, you know my f-cking chain (swag), it is frozed up (dre)
a story for you n-ggas, nah, s beezy growed up
i hit the block, man, i’m po’d up (dre)
throwed up, 28 inches when i rolled up
100 stores, 72 bel air; b-tch, i’m ballin’ (dre)
put the amp up on that b-tch and turn it up, i’m ballin’
young -ss hoes’ll got (oh) a glock and (oh) a ak (soulja)
shoot a (soulja) n-gga quick if (soulja) he disrespect (soulja) my affiliates (soulja)
i don’t give a f-ck where (dre) he come from, get him out (dre)
young -ss, d12, ice chain, whip ’em out
posted in my living room (in my living room), all white everything (all white everything)
smoking on that other sh-t (smoking on that other sh-t), yeah, this that mary jane (yeah, this that mary jane)
blowing on that young thing (dre), posted up (dre) in asia (dre)
s.o.d gang, b-tch; shoot you in your face, ho

- soulja boy lil b lyrics

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