Mr. Perfect Lyrics

Bitch I'm Mr. Perfect

Why you tried if I ain't worked it

Shit no I ain't hurting

I still got hoes flirting

Nigga trying to hide that of life

Run down, pull back his curtains

Wake up everyday and get high out of spite

Marijuana be my main purchase

If the bitch act right and pussy real tight

I don't mind cashing out on Birkin's

I'm uh call this bitch a middle linebacker

Way she be on my damn page lurking

I can fuck off all I want to

She 'gon still come back for certain

I got niggas to come hunt you

If you play with us on purpose

I be jigging, tweaking out my body

Every time I be working

Cause I'm

Mr. Perfect

New Boyz, jerking

Got thick bitches twerking

Huh

Mr. Perfect

How you work it

He hit licks in turbans

Huh

Mr. Perfect

In suburban's

Vivid thoughts 'bout murking

Huh

If you see me

Just believe me

I don't do networking

I don't converting

Do no smirking

This lean got me burping

Everything I do alerting

Cause I'm fucking, Mr. Perfect

Huh

Like that nigga said

I can't cuff that chicken head

I'm the pimp, hoe bring my bread

ACP's they sting, hit legs

I ain't forget them things you said

I had to take a couple steps back

To get new beams, some green, some red

Follow yo dreams don't be mislead

Get tattoo sleeves, smoke weed, grow dreads

Two toned bike, but it lean on pegs

Fuck nigga play we 'gon leave Holmes dead

Cut bro throat, leave his knee's by his head

No, no, no boy you don't want this

Gwuapbadazz really be on it

Sting nigga ass up like hornets

Bitch I'm Mr. Perfect

Why you tried if I ain't worked it

Shit no I ain't hurting

I still got hoes flirting

Bitch I'm Mr. Perfect

Why these lame ass niggas purping

I know for certain

We 'gon do some murking

Cause I'm

Mr. Perfect

New Boyz, jerking

Got thick bitches twerking

Huh

Mr. Perfect

How you work it

He hit licks in turbans

Huh

Mr. Perfect

In suburban's

Vivid thoughts 'bout murking

Huh

Everything I do alerting

Cause I'm fucking, Mr. Perfect