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letra de hi ms. perfect - finea$ lanecia

[intro]
(are you high right now?)
uh
ayy

[verse 1]
pull up a drac’, no canada, they tryna copy and paste, b-tch, i’m the brand
she tryna pop it at who? i keep it p, tuh, these b-tches be fans
crazy how b-tches be switchin’, thought they was with me, huh, that ain’t the plan, d-mn
woke up in la again just to go f-ck on my man
speedin’, i’m drivin’ him crazy, he say i’m the one, but he wanted plenty
get in the booth, i feel like i’m mike, moonwalkin’ on beats and signin’ they titties
promise a n-gga i know i ain’t sh-t, promise a b-tch, i told her the same
i’m way too player, i tell a n-gga, “don’t swerve, f-ck n-gga, just stay in your lane”
i’m in the back of the ‘bach blowin’ a blunt, when you lit, this sh-t like a moviе
i got like three bad b-tches right now blowin’ my phone up, but i can’t do groupiеs
this sh-t hit different, my old n-gga miss it, he said that his new b-tch is nothin’ like me
i can’t discuss a lame b-tch, i told him he don’t got a chance, he better off keepin’ it p
i just need fifties and hundreds, pockets pink dolphin, i need me a n-gga like dolph
she said she like how i talk, don’t ask what look better, you better off takin’ it off
b-tches be wearin’ lacoste, i can’t imagine a n-gga that ask what it cost
shout out the hoes that i tossed, how does it feel, you can say that you f-ck with a boss?

[chorus]
hi, ms. perfect, i’m too high, these hoes can’t sit with me
please don’t mention love, i hit the blunt and lost my memory
i just spilled my cup, i’m drunk as f-ck like, baby, silly me
know i put it on, inspire hoes, i’m who they wanna be
hi, ms. perfect, i’m too high, these hoes can’t sit with me
please don’t mention love, i hit the blunt and lost my memory
i just spilled my cup, i’m drunk as f-ck like, baby, silly me
know i put it on, inspire hoes, i’m who they wanna be
[verse 2]
we switchin’ positions, they really don’t know who the boss, we havin’ our way with this sh-t
b-tches be givin’ the p-ssy, he tearin’ it off, i told him i need an assist
used to a n-gga who pay for a trip, my hair and my nails, and ride with a bl!ck
passenger seat in the aston, baby, we dashin’, we just might f-ck in the whip
d-mn, i’m goin’ crazy, think it’s the shrooms, i did it for me
i can’t be f-ckin’ with b-tches that’s f-ckin’ with n-ggas ’cause mine ain’t f-ckin’ for free
call up that n-gga, have him on his knees, she want her n-gga, she gotta say please
believin’ a n-gga gon’ leave me alone, you gotta be kiddin’, these b-tches be weak, ayy

[outro]
skrrt, skrrt

- finea lanecia

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