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letra de mr. perfect - fattmack

[intro]
(how could we last?)
(how could we last?)
(how could we last?) yeah, fatt
(how could we last?) no, cap
(how could we last?)

[chorus]
i’m mr. perfect, i can’t do no wrong (wrong)
you f-cked my hoe, then kudos to him
i was stupid over you for nothin’, i never can’t ask you for nothin’
i just wasted lean on my mcqueens, i bought these shoes for nothin’ (nun)
i pop out in real designer clothes, this sh-t, they rock, look funny
she act like she wanna be my hoe, but i know she ain’t nothin’
i told bro he “ain’t gon’ f-ck no hoes, if he ain’t got no money”
pop my sh-t until they put me under
i’m lit, they all gon’ feel me, n-gga
heard you broker then a b-tch, don’t pay no rеnt, but you still livin’ with her

[verse]
gave a f-ck ’bout who you is, about my paper, i smokе a family member (on, god)
i’mma slide up on her, p-ss, then moonwalk in her like i’m michael jackson
push up f-ck her good, to make her seem like she aretha franklin
right after i bust, i clean her up, then ask her who she been with?
it’s some n-ggas, hang around every day, that i know that might snake me
keep this sh-t real, on a daily basis, why these n-ggas hatin’?
made a promise to myself, n0body else gon’ hurt my feelings (feelings)
made a promise to myself, ‘fore i go out, i’m gettin’ a k!ll (k!ll)
made a promise to myself, that i wouldn’t hit your line again (again)
broke the promise, d-mn, i’m sorry, i can’t lie, i be forgettin’
but what you doin’, where you been, where you at, bae, who you with? (with)
i miss you, i can’t pretend, i’m tryna run us back again
[chorus]
i’m mr. perfect, i can’t do no wrong
you f-cked my hoe, then kudos to him
i was stupid over you for nothin’, i never can’t ask you for nothin’
i just wasted lean on my mcqueens, i bought these shoes for nothin’
i pop out in real designer clothes, this sh-t, they rock, look funny (on, god)
she act like she wanna be my hoe, but i know she ain’t nothin’
i told bro he “ain’t gon’ f-ck no hoes, if he ain’t got no money”
pop my sh-t until they put me under
i’m lit, they all gon’ feel me, n-gga (feel me)
heard you broker then a b-tch, don’t pay no rent, but you still livin’ with her (on, god)

- fattmack

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