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BLESSED - Perfect Timing lyrics

Artist: BLESSED

album: Perfect Timing


Perfect timin'
Y'all play snakes and ladders but just look the way I climbed it
MJ with the moves, still they look the way I slide in
Red and blue light in the rear-view, had to duck them sirens
But when I seen her booty, had a nigga so- (perfect)
Don't give me all that, when you look back, you know what time it is
Michael Phelps said "Throw us in the deep end," had to dive in it
Game been lackin' sauce, you know we had to put some style in it
Like the whip was stolen, Michael Schumacher, I'm-
Playin' Kodak, I don't play no games
A nigga ain't got no timе for it (no way)
JT with the steez, I'm never latе, I stay on (time)
These niggas tequila, way they salty, throw some lime in it (wee)
Told that boy, "The way I move," I'm never out my prime and shit
The grind hundred, never fifty-fifty (yur)
Fuck these lil niggas talkin' 'bout?
We the ones who really got the city litty (know that)
A nigga drippin' like he at the ocean
In the alley never lacking confidence
I'm always in the field, never on the bench
See my niggas with when we all invest
I've been grindin', tryna make cents
If I don't get it, it don't make sense
Smart niggas wanna make money
Dumb niggas wanna make friends
Graduated in the first grade
But I really started from the basement
So I ignore all the fuck-shit, but don't test my patience
Moonwalkin' on the clouds, if I'm goin' up, then I gotta stay up
Time tickin' in my wristband, heavy glisten with my face up
Goin' in on overtime, then I smile up for the payoff
This style contagious, we slide so dangerous
Perfect timin'
Y'all play snakes and ladders but just look the way I climbed it
MJ with the moves, still they look the way I slide in
Red and blue light in the rear-view had to duck them sirens
But when I seen her booty, had a nigga so -
Don't give me all that, when you look back, you know what time it is
Michael Phelps said "Throw us in the deep end," had to dive in it
Game been lackin' sauce, you know we had to put some style in it
Like the whip was stolen, Michael Schumacher, I'm- (the whip was stolen, Michael Schumacher)
I don't need a stylist, if I like it then I buy it
I'm outside, but I like it when it's private
I don't switch the voice, I just send the invoice
Double up a couple time, 'til a million
Speedin' ticket after speedin' ticket, I still risk it
She spilled the tea and the biscuits
NFT's, made an imprint with my niggas in the villa
You know we grew up in the village
The family picture perfect when we get it (get it)
Still I got it done when they said that we couldn't (done)
Sure you run amok, you liar, you fuck, you know you don't
I'm inside of Rome, but I ain't never seen you down (okay)
Couldn't give a f-, we shoot, we aimin' for your lung (lung)
Gaspin' for some air, another nigga on our arm (okay)
Should've been a humble, kinda hurt to see you fumble
Can't never ever, ever fold it, cause (fold it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, in a heartbeat (in a heartbeat)
I had niggas switch on me in a heartbeat
Why you do that shit, nigga? Why you do that?
And they some track stars (is a gonna)
Just started runnin' circles where the trap meets (perfect)

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