Jimmy Johnson - Perfect lyrics
rate me[Intro:]
Just push it,
Just push it,
Just push it!
Just huh, huh,
Hook:
I don’t push too much leen in my cup
That it got a nigga turning (that it got a nigga turning)
Taking sip back to sip, plus my eyes red from all this weed burning
(All these weed, all these weed)
Cause you’re everything I do, bitch, it gotta be perfect!
Yeah, I said everything I do, it gotta be perfect!
These niggas can’t jump my style
These niggas ain’t free like me
When I’m sober I don’t cry, no smile
Cause I ain’t trying to eat every damn thing sweet.
Dizzy young nigga turn guiler for a squealer
Cause any... I got 18 wheeler.
Real talk! I’m in this van for a while (for a while)
So I just wanna hang when I pop my slang (when I pop my slang)
Cause even when I’m on, I still rap my game (yeah rap that game)
All these niggas....
No new niggas, cause niggas turn strange
Turn all niggas, was a nigga turn...
Now I’m heavy in the game
Spy niggas see me in the rage
With a plaque that it’s given on my name
That’s why I had to go and cop a K!
Hook:
I don’t push too much leen in my cup
That it got a nigga turning (that it got a nigga turning)
Taking sip back to sip, plus my eyes red from all this weed burning
(All these weed, all these weed)
Cause you’re everything I do, bitch, it gotta be perfect!
Yeah, I said everything I do, it gotta be perfect!
I’m in the hood, I’m good, I wish a nigga good
She trying to chill, for real, she know we really feel
My life a movie, come shoot me, so I can make a sequel
I'm with my people no equals, my crew is too illegal.
Watch us burn like a 100 bandz (watch us burn)
To make these hoes do the money dance.
I’m futuristic in two events (two events)
You had your shot, but you blew your chance
...better for a long, long time
That’s why I’m ... trying to blow me out
..trying to live my life.
Hook:
I don’t push too much leen in my cup
That it got a nigga turning (that it got a nigga turning)
Taking sip back to sip, plus my eyes red from all this weed burning
(All these weed, all these weed)
Cause you’re everything I do, bitch, it gotta be perfect!
Yeah, I said everything I do, it gotta be perfect!
You gotta be
Bitch, gotta be
Yeah, she’s gotta be
Yeah, she’s gotta be
Yeah, Lord knows it just gotta be the cornrows
And the all black wardrobe, uptown A with the rose gold
Is either that or I don’t know,
But these niggas on my old flows,
Always in my own zone
Like, word to God, I need the phone!
(Yeah, she’s gotta be!)
Cause we thought the whole shit is global
But fuck the world, we’re immortal
Bullets spreading in my old 4s like blood stains in my timbos
Yeah, you’re dancing, that bang’s on
Wild body in the end zone
Cause brand them all might seem wrong
Dollar signs in my mental
I need a Oscar like that lorento
Frio nigga, I’ll be stone cold
Yeah, I’ll be stone cold!
Frio nigga, I’ll be stone cold
Yeah, I’ll be stone cold!
Cause it’s gotta be (it’s gotta be)
A lot of things, like the diamond rings,
And them fur coats and designer flames
And them big chains with a lot of bling,
With a lot of bling
That’s what it gotta be,
What it gotta be
