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Picture Perfect Lyrics - Artist : Blade Brown
[Youngs Teflon:]
Puff puff pass, we're still smoking that dust yo Chilling with my G and we're needing some bucks though But it ain't hard to get you done for a box though Picture was perfect but the package was bosh though I know some rich niggas who floss broke But they pop coke, bag it and shot O's More money, more murder, the block's cold Salutations to the bruddas we lost though [Blade Brown:] Some of my bruddas passed, some lifers now Shout my brudda on his deen, he turned his life around Still got niggas pushing white around Holding big hammers that hit you and turn you twice around All my bruddas certi, they're holding their clips with thirty They bang it until it's dirty I know some G's that really get it but won't let it show Bro stopped fucking with the paper and he let it go Something like red cav Don't bother coming round here with that dead mash I told him "Chill out, your hand ting's drill out" Don't make me haffi get the corn, get the mill out And I won't stop until I bring the mill out Niggas just hiding in their hood but I'm still out Yeah fam I said I'm still out Brought all my niggas with me, yeah I got the trill out [Youngs Teflon:] Puff puff pass, we're still smoking that dust yo Chilling with my G and we're needing some bucks though But it ain't hard to get you done for a box though Picture was perfect but the package was bosh though I know some rich niggas who floss broke But they pop coke, bag it and shot O's More money, more murder, the block's cold Salutations to the bruddas we lost though [Squeeks:] I'm the hardest motherfucker, bitch you don't know my name? Bet you wanna know me now Gold's got the boxes, I be pushing thirty out Plus thirty, plus thirty, plus thirty wow Fire on the track, me and Blade had to burn it down Feds on my block but I've still got a worker out Rat's got the MAC, grah grah, still be squirting out You can get it in your back bitch, don't turn around Niggas know that I do this Bitches on me, she's working Getting brains all stupid In my car, it be German I'm teaching while she's just learning She's freaking me, I'm just flirting She a bad bitch, she's mad rich She knows my ad-libs, that's for certain I'm with Blade, in the car waiting I feel like chilling cah it's been a long day We're getting money, you're in the wrong place I'm gonna bill it cah I've got that strong haze [Youngs Teflon:] Puff puff pass, we're still smoking that dust yo Chilling with my G and we're needing some bucks though But it ain't hard to get you done for a box though Picture was perfect but the package was bosh though I know some rich niggas who floss broke But they pop coke, bag it and shot O's More money, more murder, the block's cold Salutations to the bruddas we lost though |
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