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Lil Wayne

"Picture Perfect"

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Juvenile I'm throwback, like '80-something I go back
Them brown bags, I sold that; them street corners, I know that
Appetite, I'm so hungry; Democrat, I go donkey
Weed head, I'm junky; White boy, I smoke honkeys
n*ggas like what Juvie on, he's wilding out, he's straight tripping
Y'all n*ggas is straight pus*y and ya'll are about to be rape victims
Boy I'm f*cking with truckloads, started off from an 8 ball
Like airplanes on a runway, a real n*gga gonna take off
I'm the reason my street hot, still stick to my G-code
Tees, Bo's and my Reeboks, and I'm cheesed up; I've got Cheetos
I told ya'll I'll quit beefing; I'm chilling dawg, I'm on rehab
My lawyer told me my record clean and if y'all f*ck with me, I might relapse
Like Noriega got a lot of guns, like Las Vegas I'm pimping
Laws keeping their distance, ain't no penetrating my system
Bad Boy, not Puffy Hot Boy, get stuffy
My main b*tch got a black card and she'll spend it all cause she love me

[Hook x2: Lil Wayne]
b*tch I'm picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
I'm spooning with your b*tch and make you do the dirty dishes
Man I hate the thirsty b*tches, cut em off like circ*mcision
I'm the type to talk sh*t and it'd be words of wisdom

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Monster, killer, real n*gga hustla on the reala
My n*gga, a dope dealer dealer
Hustler, shining, a Big Tymer n*gga
So high on my grind I'll be high flying n*gga
With my strapped up, my guns tight
These n*ggas know I get money
Come from Uptown n*gga
Where a killing take just a few hundreds
Blast past, smoking on that pound
Shining with my round when my n*gga touched down
100 keys on his feet shinin on them 23's
Blowing o's, f*cking hoes, watch me throw another G
Strapped in this field n*gga, me and my lil' young n*gga
Ridin' around your town n*gga, getting nothing but money n*gga
One hundred

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Uh, tried to f*ck the world, can't fit
Pockets fat as Saint Nick
All I've got is my n*ggas, cause a b*tch still ain't sh*t
And I've got kush all in my swisher, these n*ggas is tissue
I don't believe these n*ggas, cause I don't believe in superstitions
Juvie, I gotcha dreads like rasta, hair like pasta, I go meatballs
I get up in that ass and hit it as fast as Chinese ping-pong
And my b*tch, she got that fire, my homie got that iron
But I tell 'em put it away or you could get punched like a Hawaiian
b*tch it's Tunechi F Baby, I'm an original Hot Boy
My di*k feel like a prisoner cause this b*tch got lockjaw
I'm so feeling myself, Truk everybody else
My redbone is ice cold, I'mma f*ck the b*tch till she melts
Uhh

[Hook]

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
b*tch I'm N-O till I G-O
I can't change if I tried
I look to my left
I look to my right
And time ain't on my side
So that's why I like my blunt fat and outta shape
Money on my mind
pus*y on my face
Tunechi

[Hook]

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