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Today I'm Perfect

Larry June

07.10.2015

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[Intro: Larry June] Nigga I might go to L.A. tomorrow Nah fuck that I'ma hit Seattle Nah fuck it I'ma hit Diego Fuck it I'ma hit the A town Nigga get your motherfucking money up Nigga I might hit New York in the morning nigga Nigga have your bitch, nigga giving me sun-dried tomatoes for breakfast, nigga Got the bitch taking walks and shit now The bitch say she in tune with life Told the bitch run to Whole Foods nigga Get me some distilled water, and a protein shake Damn, in that trap bitch [Verse 1: Larry June] Don't hit a nigga phone, tripping off the bitch I'm really having money, I'm fucking hood rich The punk bitch chose, she on a nigga line She gave me twenty thousand and some all black nines I'm mobbing through the point, two-tone semi Try to rob me, I'm busting 'til this bitch empty Both cell phones cracking, man I could have bought a Bentley Know some niggas in New Jersey, real project niggas I don't do no motherfucking cocaine I'm too busy sending hoes, gettin paid Man my Vegas bitch, she love playing the blade Last night she brought a nigga 6k Hit a nigga line, prices going up, shop now, hurry up and buy I see it in your eyes, you a fuck nigga You ain't really 'bout it, nigga you a liar Dropped outta high school, got the work for the low Sold the shit for the higher 22 inch three piece, nigga 300 just for the fucking tire God damn young nigga fucking balling God damn [Hook] I'm perfect Damn right bitch I'm Mr. Perfect (Bitch I'm doing terrific) Hoe, I'm perfect (Good Job Soldado) Everything I do is fucking worth it (Shit!) (Bitch) (God Damn!) Perfect (Ouch, damn, darn) I'm perfect Bitch, damn I'm perfect Everything I do is fucking perfect [Verse 2: Larry June] Drive the whip like a race car Bend the corner knock your fucking face off Hit my jeweler said he got the Rollie with the red face Now I'm shitting on em Rental car taxin', So I said fuck it Went and took my fucking plates off On the interstate, 5 pounds of marijuana, Even getting shake off I'm feeling like a chemist, on your head like a dentist We don't never leave a witness, bitch nigga Forgiato spinning, I might fuck the bitch and take her out to dinner Put her on the blade, now she moving fast I done made the bitch a sprinter Why the fuck you playing with me? My money up, I don't be around Put a ten on your head Damn, you niggas getting too old I just knocked two hoes I just poured two fours Now I'm feeling like Kobe I need a Whole Foods endorsement Eating kale with a white bitch, she was tired of the square shit She love how a nigga ice hit On the phone with my black bitch My Asian bitch worth 100 bricks I'm the father to this rap shit, my DJs rock Raf Simons God damn Yes Lord [Hook] I'm perfect Damn right bitch I'm Mr. Perfect (Bitch I'm doing terrific) Hoe, I'm perfect (Good Job Soldado) Everything I do is fucking worth it (Shit!) (Bitch) (God Damn!) Perfect (Ouch, damn, darn) I'm perfect Bitch, damn (God damn) I'm perfect (Shit!) Everything I do is fucking perfect
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