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YUNG JOC lyrics : "Picture Perfect"

[Background] Uhhhhhyeeaaah
[Joc's Dad:] Everything that glitters ain't gold baby
[Yung Joc:] I hear ya Daddy


[Chorus x2]
I'm choppin 24's

Blowin good dro
Yeah, I got plenty Hoes
Life ain't picture perfect

Yeah ya see the ice
And I dress nice
Make 'em look twice

Life ain't picture perfect

Yeah I'm blowin on some good lime

Skatin on two 85's
Wouldn't believe half the %#@! thats skatin through a ^!$$%s mind
745 complimented with leather and wood

Chickens on my dick cuz a ^!$$% fresh and smellin good
Jack boys plottin on my stacks on deck
Wanna put the Tec to my chest for the ice on my neck

Oh yeah it's easy to attain it all
Harder to maintain it all
If you want a pierfect picture only god can paint it dog

^!$$%s in these videos with multi-platinum projects
Can't even get credit cards
And they Momma stay in projects

How is that? Scracth my head
Somethin don't seem right
Ya teeth full of ice

So when ya smile I seen lights
Seems like I'm hatin I'm just statin the facts
I ain't feelin to smile in ya face and put a blade in your back

Now try not to get caught up on the way %#@! looks
Cuz everything ain't picture perfect, just listen to the hook


[Chourus x2]

Yeah I'm off in magic city

Trickin them $$# and !@%$
(*##$es blowin me kisses makin me wanna hit it
I must admit, got a good chick and she been holdin me down

But I ain't $#&@in around cuz there is too much %#@! goin around
Like the rims on my pickup
Scared to get my dick sucked

^!$$% run into the clinic even from a hiccup
Pick up the pieces from the $#&@in puzzle
I'm affiliated with ^!$$%s who murder, rob and hustle

Plus you think I'm ballin cuz I'm poppin Crys and spendin G's
I'm just tryin to drink away the pain that killed my ^!$$% steve
^!$$% please, I ain't %#@!

Cookies and cream
Feelin like Marvin it make me wanna holla and scream


[Chorus x2]

Now half the %#@! ya doin already been done

And that's why half my ^!$$%s dead, locked up or on the run
That dope money ain't sufficient it don't last all ways
^!$$%s trap all night in project hallways

All day long ^!$$%s front like stars
On them big $$# rims that most than they cars
Spent 300 on a outfit a hundred on some nikes

But his baby needs wopes, diapers and pedialite
And you prolly' got a cousin, brother or a friend
And this song sound like it from begging to end

Then again it might be me
And I'm tired of the nonsense
Can't sleep at night cause I got a guilty conscience


[Chorus x2]


[Background:] Cant you see? [over and over until it fades out]

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