Juvenile - Picture Perfect ft. Lil Wayne & Birdman lyrics

rate me

Hey, nino, hey,

Juvenile I’m pro back, like 80 something my gold back

Them brown bags, I sold that, them street corners I know that

Appetite I’m so hungry, democrat I’m go donkey

We head I’m junkie, white borders smoke honkeys

Niggas like with juvi on, he wailing out, he straight trippin’

Y’all niggas is straight pussy, y’all about to be way victims

Born fucking with drug lords, started off from my 8 ball

Like airplanes on the runway, a real nigga gonn take off

I’m the reason my street hot, still stick to my g code

Cheese balls in my raeboks, and I’m cheesed up I got cheetos

I told y’all I quit beefing and I’m chilling dog I’m on rehab

My lawyer told me my record clean

If y’all fuck with me I might relab

Like Noriega got a lot of guns, like Las Vegas I’m pimping

Laws keeping they pistols, ain’t no penetrating my system

Bad boy not puffy, hot boy get stuffy

My main bitch got a black card, she’ll spend it all cause she love me

[Hook] x 2

Bitch I’m picture perfect, I paint the perfect picture

I’m spooning with your bitch and make you do the dirty dishes

Man I hate when thirsty bitches cut ‘em off like circumcision

I’m the type to talk shit and it’d be words of wisdom

Monster, killer, real nigga, hustler on the realer

My nigga, a dope dealer, dealer

Hustler, shining, a big timer nigga

So high on my grind I be high flying nigga

With my strapped up, my guns tight, these niggas know I get money

Come from uptown nigga where I kill and take just a few hundreds

Blast, cash, smoking on that pound

Shining with my round when my nigga touch down

Hunned keys on his feet, shining on them 23’s

Blonde o’s, fucking hoes, watch me throw another G

Strapped in this field nigga, me and my lil young nigga

Riding round your town nigga, getting nothing but money nigga

Bitch I’m hunned!

[Hook] x 2

Bitch I’m picture perfect, I paint the perfect picture

I’m spooning with your bitch and make you do the dirty dishes

Man I hate when thirsty bitches cut ‘em off like circumcision

I’m the type to talk shit and it’d be words of wisdom

Try to fuck the world I can’t fit, pockets fat as saint nick

All I got is my niggas, cause the bitch still ain’t shit

And I got kush all in my swisher, these niggas is tisha

I don’t believe these niggas, cause I don’t believe in superstitions

Juve I got you, dreadlock rhasta, hair like past, I go meatballs

I get up in that ass and hit it fast as Chinese ping-pong

And my bitch she got that fire, my homie got that iron

But I tell him put it away, and you can get punched like a Hawaiian

Bitches ...baby I’m an original hot boy

My dick felt like a prisoner, cause this bitch got lock jaw

I’m so feeling myself, drunk everybody else

My redbone is ice cold, I’ma fuck the bitch till she melt

[Hook] x 2

Bitch I’m picture perfect, I paint the perfect picture

I’m spooning with your bitch and make you do the dirty dishes

Man I hate when thirsty bitches cut ‘em off like circumcision

I’m the type to talk shit and it’d be words of wisdom

Bitch I’m in it till I go, I can’t change if I tried

I look to my left, I look to my right

And time ain’t on my side

So that’s why I like my blunt, fat and not in shape

Money on my mind, pussy on my face

[Hook] x 2

Bitch I’m picture perfect, I paint the perfect picture

I’m spooning with your bitch and make you do the dirty dishes

Man I hate when thirsty bitches cut ‘em off like circumcision

I’m the type to talk shit and it’d be words of wisdom.