PICTURE PERFECT (ON GOD) Lyrics

Frrt

Blow a bag on you baby (Why?)

Cuz, you curved outta Diamonds

And you know your perfect angles

Hypnotized by your smile

And when you turn around (Damn)

Your ass; on God!

Blow a bag on you baby (Why?)

Cuz, you curved outta Diamonds

And you know your perfect angles

Hypnotized by your smile

And when you turn around

Your ass; on God!

Skirts are up

Panties are down

Belly to belly, skin to skin

Where you been?

Open your legs

And give me 'bout an hour

Your pussy gets devour

Beat it till it sour

Under cover lover

Place no one about her

The world really ours

Under the covers

I be riding with bunny gang

(But now you be riding me)

I be sliding with bunny gang

(But now I slide into you)

I be shooting with bunny gang

(But now I shoot into you)

I be getting high with bunny gang

(But now I stay high with you)

Blow a bag on you baby (Why?)

Cuz, you curved outta Diamonds

And you know your perfect angles

Hypnotized by your smile

And when you turn around (Damn)

Your ass; on God!

Blow a bag on you baby (Why?)

Cuz, you curved outta Diamonds

And you know your perfect angles

Hypnotized by your smile

And when you turn around

Your ass; on God!

No pretense body perfect

When you touch me, cosmos effects

I like your style

But most of all

I like your ass

(Yeah, yeah)

(Uh, uh)

Real talk, let's skip wine and dine

I'll be the six, and you the be nine

Ass so fat, hit it from the back

You about to shine

Stop being in denial

(You're 'bout to be a star baby)

Cuz your pussy divine

Yeah

Frrt

Blow a bag on you baby (Why?)

Cuz, you curved outta Diamonds

And you know your perfect angles

Hypnotized by your smile

And when you turn around (Damn)

Your ass; on God!

Blow a bag on you baby (Why)

Cuz, you curved outta Diamonds

And you know your perfect angles

Hypnotized by your smile

And when you turn around

Your ass; on God!