Juvenile - Picture Perfect lyrics

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Juvenile - Picture Perfect lyrics

[Verse 1: Juvenile] Juvenile I'm throwback, like '80-something I go back Them brown bags, I sold that; them street corners, I know that Appetite, I'm so hungry; Democrat, I go donkey Weed head, I'm junky; White boy, I smoke honkeys n***as like what Juvie on, he's wilding out, he's straight tripping Y'all n***as is straight p**y and ya'll are about to be rape victims Boy I'm f**ing with truckloads, started off from an 8 ball Like airplanes on a runway, a real n***a gonna take off I'm the reason my street hot, still stick to my G-code Tees, Bo's and my Reeboks, and I'm cheesed up; I've got Cheetos I told ya'll I'll quit beefing; I'm chilling dawg, I'm on rehab My lawyer told me my record clean and if y'all f** with me, I might relapse Like Noriega got a lot of guns, like Las Vegas I'm pimping Laws keeping their distance, ain't no penetrating my system Bad Boy, not Puffy Hot Boy, get stuffy My main b**h got a black card and she'll spend it all cause she love me [Hook x2: Lil Wayne] b**h I'm picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture I'm spooning with your b**h and make you do the dirty dishes Man I hate the thirsty b**hes, cut em off like circumcision I'm the type to talk sh** and it'd be words of wisdom [Verse 2: Birdman] Monster, k**er, real n***a hustla on the reala My n***a, a dope dealer dealer Hustler, shining, a Big Tymer n***a So high on my grind I'll be high flying n***a With my strapped up, my guns tight These n***as know I get money Come from Uptown n***a Where a k**ing take just a few hundreds Blast past, smoking on that pound Shining with my round when my n***a touched down 100 keys on his feet shinin on them 23's Blowing o's, f**ing hoes, watch me throw another G Strapped in this field n***a, me and my lil' young n***a Ridin' around your town n***a, getting nothing but money n***a One hundred [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Uh, tried to f** the world, can't fit Pockets fat as Saint Nick All I've got is my n***as, cause a b**h still ain't sh** And I've got kush all in my swisher, these n***as is tissue I don't believe these n***as, cause I don't believe in superstitions Juvie, I gotcha dreads like rasta, hair like pasta, I go meatballs I get up in that a** and hit it as fast as Chinese ping-pong And my b**h, she got that fire, my homie got that iron But I tell 'em put it away or you could get punched like a Hawaiian b**h it's Tunechi F Baby, I'm an original Hot Boy My dick feel like a prisoner cause this b**h got lockjaw I'm so feeling myself, Truk everybody else My redbone is ice cold, I'mma f** the b**h till she melts Uhh [Hook] [Outro: Lil Wayne] b**h I'm N-O till I G-O 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 outta shape Money on my mind p**y on my face Tunechi [Hook]