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letra de mr. perfect - baby smoove

[intro]
yes sir, yes sir
i got it
rocaine made this beat too
yeah
22 aye

[chorus]
b-tch i ain’t petty if i want it imma spend
stayed up h-lla nights writing raps and searching bins
with either one i get a benz
a n-gg- dissin’ baby he won’t make it to his crib
b-tch i’m mr. perfect sh-t i feel like gucci mane
i’m a scamming -ss n-gg- yeah me and all my friends
lil b-tch i’m flawless like ten times ten
i know god mad at me for some sh-t that i done did

[verse 1]
n-gg- think he gangsta we gone stake outcha crib
i’ll turn this whole d-mn pop red of a six
what the f-ck that make you if you hanging with a snitch
if you ain’t got no money why the f-ck you out the crib
done with this thirty imma go and flip the clip
petty n-gg- with no hustle you can’t even flip a script
cell game dropped but these hams getting hip
don’t care ’bout no groupies used to hoes on my d-ck
that choppa hit yo shoulder it’ll take yo arm with it
what the f-ck i look like fighting one of you strong n-gg-s
i wake up in the morning tryna make my roll bigger
yo b-tch wake up next to you like “i chose the wrong n-gg-”

[verse 2]
can’t leave this b-tch alone cause sh-t her throat different
this exotic in this wood lil boy we smoke different
if a n-gg- sneak diss i bet he all alone with it
saks fifth high as h-ll flirting with the old b-tches
b-tch i grew up in hood i looked up to dope dealers
i ain’t tryna make no friends you rappers is hoe n-gg-s
you gone dig yo own grave f-cking with this young n-gg-
i’ll punch a n-gg- first then show him my gun with me
i might go to cali to do donuts in a ‘rari
i been rocking vlone like that n-gg- darri
take yo b-tch and f-ck her have you looking like safaree
sh-t i felt like blade in my first pair of carti’s
i knew that as kids some of you n-gg-s be b-ms
b-tch i’m 22 i never did no 1 on 1’s
aye, you n-gg-s crumbs
you ain’t made in a month what i charge for a song

[chorus]
b-tch i ain’t petty if i want it imma (yeah)
stayed up h-lla nights writing raps and searching, aye
with either one i get a (benz)
a n-gg- dissin’ baby he won’t make it to his crib
b-tch i’m mr…sh-t i…gucci mane
i’m a scamming -ss n-gg- yeah me and all my friends
lil b-tch i’m flawless like (ten times ten)
i know god mad at me for some sh-t that i done did

- baby smoove

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