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letra de perfect timing - dabwoi fane

[verse 1: dabwoi fane]
yea
i think i gotta put my carti’s on for this one
bustdown the rollie
yea

flooded my wrist
flooded my wrist

30 what up tho
whoa whoa whoa
(h-lluva made this beat baby)
bust bust bust bust
yeah

[chorus: 30.2 much]
2 tone patek on my wrist that’s perfect timing
bad lil b—- gone ride my d— and suck me dry
bad lil b—- gone hold me down and tell no lie
hop in a cayenne coupe no roof my kid can touch the sky

richard millie
bustdown
lambo speed race sun down
bust bust
bustdown
lil mama a thot
bustdown
ohhh
6 point diamond street touchdown
and we got it up from the ground
flooded my wrist bust down
ohh and i gotta big bag on god

[verse 1: dabwoi fane]
came up got my sh-t up out the mud
real n—- get it understood
bout to get a bag and buy the hood
only thing i wish a n—- would
2 tone patek perfect timin
bad b—- shinin she a diamond
swear that p—- wetter then an island
throw it back at me let me climb in
i remember really being broke
break it down cookin up the dope
never going back that’s on my soul
hopin off the pj to the dough
never play me p—- we on go
keep that hatin sh-t up on the bench
big chicken put it on the floor
i been goin dummy ever since
in the d f-ckin up a check
put my lil b—- on coney island
she gone eat this d— i take her shopping
it ain’t really trickin if you got it
all my ppl wit me b—- we shinin
put my mama up inside a mansion
funny how i went and got my bands up
all a sudden b—— call me handsome
[chorus: 30.2 much]

[verse 2: dabwoi fane]
foreign horsepower with the features
i can’t hear you hatin from the bleachers
all that cappin we just don’t believe it
ever see me out and he ain’t speaking
on site witchu if we beefin
run up on me we can make it happen
wit the s—- before i started rappin
tapped in with the trappers and the smackers
i’m just tryna touch a hunnid mill
split it down the middle wit my kids
big ol diamonds let a n—- live
facetime f—– on yo b—
now that n—- sick
i just can’t relate
i been on a motherf—– wave
promised sh-t will never be the same
cartier lenses on the shades
blockin out the pain and all the hate
i ain’t never full and i just ate
you ain’t bout yo cake we ain’t the same
biggest in the motherf—– game
rap n—-s knowin i’m a threat
bank talk records on the board
put the house on me that a bet

[chorus: 30.2 much]

- dabwoi fane

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