Who made this beat? Twysted Genius, baby Uh, die for me, nigga, I'm— I'm damn near perfect Die for me, nigga, I'm—, yeah I'm damn near perfect Die for me, nigga, I'm—
Look, that bitch a ten, her attitude bad She know she all that with a pretty face (Yeah) He heard about me from the niggas I curved, huh I'm guessin' he want a taste (He do) Heard his water like my Cuban link (Uh) That commitment shit ain't really new to me Make a nigga sing that old Durk and have him screamin', "Baby, what you do to me?" (Oh-oh) Damn, look at that smile Nose up so far, she'll turn you down (Yeah) Your old ho so gassed up, no lie Put it down so good, I'ma make you proud, uh (Make you proud) Have a nigga Prada bag me (Prada) Your niggas wonder how you bagged me? (Ayy) She a freak bitch, but she classy (Freaky) If you treat her right, she get nasty (Uh) Got my own so I don't need a nigga Try to do me in and I'ma leave a nigga (Yeah) Solid bitch and she stiff as hell Everybody say that she conceited, nigga Wait up for a bitch, I'm workin' (Wait up) Put my name on you in cursive (Uh) I'ma lay it down way better than my verses Make you wanna die for me, nigga, I'm perfect
('Dross) My lil' bitch perfect (Perfect) She can get a brand new Birkin (Got a brand new Birkin) Thank God, she twerk it (Twerk it) Pretty lil' waist, she perfect In the back of the 'Burban, she give me head while I'm swervin' Can I lick on your toes and do you a service 'til you cum and you squirtin'? She gon' ride like a freak They wanna be on The Shade Room (Shade Room) She wanna fuck in the day room (Day room) If she in the mood (Ooh) We could fuck in the pool (We could fuck in the pool) I ain't tryna be rude (I ain't tryna be rude) I know that you freaky, I could tell that If she want she some racks, I could spare that I'm drivin' her crazy in this Hellcat (Skrrt) I sprayed on Versace, know you smell that I love when she suckin', pull her hair back (Yes) I pull out my hammer, I'ma nail that (Yeah) I ain't takin' no L First three years, I took her through hell (Damn) Baby, we made it (Made it) You was fuckin' with him and you crossed me up (Up) Like Tracy McGrady (Shit) She called me at the hotel late night (Woo) I was makin' a baby (Baby) And she told me to go to hell last night (Damn) Now she fuckin' with Satan (Hahaha), yeah I'm a demon, pull up in the Demon and give her some semen (Skrrt) Hope you believe it, 'cause baby, you perfect
Perfect I'm damn near perfect Die for me, nigga, I'm—, yeah I'm damn near perfect Die for me, nigga, I'm—Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
