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JUVENILE FT. LIL WAYNE & BIRDMAN lyrics : "Picture Perfect"

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
^!$$%s like with juvi on, he wailing out, he straight trippin'

Y'all ^!$$%s is straight #~!!@, y'all about to be way victims
Born $#&@ing with drug lords, started off from my 8 ball
Like airplanes on the runway, a real ^!$$% 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 $#&@ 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 (*##$ got a black card, she'll spend it all cause she love me


[Hook] x 2
(*##$ I'm picture perfect, I paint the perfect picture

I'm spooning with your (*##$ and make you do the dirty dishes
Man I hate when thirsty (*##$es cut 'em off like circumcision
I'm the type to talk %#@! and it'd be words of wisdom


Monster, killer, real ^!$$%, hustler on the realer
My ^!$$%, a dope dealer, dealer

Hustler, shining, a big timer ^!$$%
So high on my grind I be high flying ^!$$%
With my strapped up, my guns tight, these ^!$$%s know I get money

Come from uptown ^!$$% where I kill and take just a few hundreds
Blast, cash, smoking on that pound
Shining with my round when my ^!$$% touch down

Hunned keys on his feet, shining on them 23's
Blonde o's, $#&@ing hoes, watch me throw another G
Strapped in this field ^!$$%, me and my lil young ^!$$%

Riding round your town ^!$$%, getting nothing but money ^!$$%
(*##$ I'm hunned!


[Hook] x 2
(*##$ I'm picture perfect, I paint the perfect picture
I'm spooning with your (*##$ and make you do the dirty dishes

Man I hate when thirsty (*##$es cut 'em off like circumcision
I'm the type to talk %#@! and it'd be words of wisdom


Try to $#&@ the world I can't fit, pockets fat as saint nick
All I got is my ^!$$%s, cause the (*##$ still ain't %#@!
And I got kush all in my swisher, these ^!$$%s is tisha

I don't believe these ^!$$%s, cause I don't believe in superstitions
Juve I got you, dreadlock rhasta, hair like past, I go meatballs
I get up in that $$# and hit it fast as Chinese ping-pong

And my (*##$ she got that fire, my homie got that iron
But I tell him put it away, and you can get punched like a Hawaiian
(*##$es ?baby I'm an original hot boy

My dick felt like a prisoner, cause this (*##$ got lock jaw
I'm so feeling myself, drunk everybody else
My redbone is ice cold, I'ma $#&@ the (*##$ till she melt


[Hook] x 2
(*##$ I'm picture perfect, I paint the perfect picture

I'm spooning with your (*##$ and make you do the dirty dishes
Man I hate when thirsty (*##$es cut 'em off like circumcision
I'm the type to talk %#@! and it'd be words of wisdom


(*##$ 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, #~!!@ on my face


[Hook] x 2
(*##$ I'm picture perfect, I paint the perfect picture

I'm spooning with your (*##$ and make you do the dirty dishes
Man I hate when thirsty (*##$es cut 'em off like circumcision
I'm the type to talk %#@! and it'd be words of wisdom.




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