'ma tell you like a nigga told me Cash Rule Everything Around Me Shit, lyrically, niggaz can't see me Fuck it, buy the coke Cook the coke, cut it Know
about perfect timin', feel me it's about perfect timin', hear me What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this: These playa haters got me pissed, bitch But let me
pussy for attention. Just turned eighteen, now she on a fuckin' mission. Got a make her daddy listen, maybe show a little anger four shots of jagermister, tongue kiss a perfect stranger
me, or you can judge me But dissin me's like, Beetlejuice in a cape, Super Ugly Trust me, I'ma shit on my foes And sit on my throne So hop off my dick
takes respect to perfect the artfrom At times a battleground where rappers get their hearts torn [Evidence] Cuz when I step on, I step off to bounce
her off the game Then one of her druggy friends asked me To do the run to Spain "You've got the perfect front With your big fuck off truck" Yeah, I had
ma tell you like a nigga told me Cash Rule Everything Around Me Shit, lyrically, niggaz can't see me Fuck it, buy the coke Cook the coke, cut it Know
gonna show them out, to keep this one hundred Nobody!, yeah we gets blunted You tryna throw money, them come and stole from me I got that bounce back off
skies, when i think, of all, the perfect times with you. if you could have anything, is it me? if you could change just one thing about me, i feel my legs liftin' off
