Perfect Lyrics – Icewear Vezzo (feat. DaBaby)

Perfect Lyrics – Icewear Vezzo (feat. DaBaby) Song Credits :-

Perfect Lyrics – Icewear Vezzo (feat. DaBaby) Lyrics :-

I Don’t Fu*k With Niggas ’cause I’m Perfect
I’m Perfect
I Was Doin’, Mhm, Mhm-hm
’cause We Live From The Six
Realest Nigga In The Trap, Mhm
(Iced Up Records)

I Put All My H0es In Designer (Ooh)
Don’t Bring Me Out No Bottles, Purple Soda With All The Robbers
Love That Bougie Pu*sy, She The Finest
Rich Nigga, Went To Trappin’, College Money, Problems I Can Solve
Take A Pic When I Get Dressed, When I Go Out I Like To Throw On Saint
Gotta Save That Check, I Can’t Go Out Like Jerome And Saint
Diamond Bracelets Set With Double Rows, Sixty Pointers Pink
T-ed Up In A Club, We Geekin’ Up, I’m Finna Throw The Set
I Hate Tricks, But I Love Fashion (Yeah)
Don’t Be Trickin’, But Who Askin’?
Might Just Throw A Tip If You Get Nasty (Ooh)
She A Project Baby, But She Classy (Yeah)
Fu*k Her Like She Trashy
Put Dick All Down Her Throat ’til It Get Raspy

Street Nigga, But I’m Perfect (B!tch, I’m Perfect)
She A Ghetto B!tch, That Pu*sy Perfect (Pu*sy Perfect)
I Can’t Wife A Ho Unless She Perfect (Unless She Perfect)
I Put On My Ice And It Look Perfect
Come On, Yeah, B!tch, I’m Perfect (B!tch, I’m Perfect)
Huh, Yeah, B!tch, I’m Perfect (B!tch, I’m Perfect)
Huh, I Put On My Ice And I Look Perfect (I Look Perfect)
I Can’t Wife A B!tch Unless She Perfect

I Was Servin’ The Nigga That Was Servin’ You ‘fore I Rapped
Nigga, I Done Did Business With The Realest Niggas,
I Was One Deep As My Strap, Nigga
I Can’t Name Not One L That I Took That I Ain’t Come Back,
These Niggas Can’t Figure Me Out
This A Disconnect ’cause They Can’t Comprehend The Way I Act,
Then I Ain’t Even Givin’ It Out
The Way I Can Give It, Call Gotti For The Bulletproof,
One Call To Play Out In Memphis

Make The Ghetto B!tches Put The Hands On They Knees,
I Pay Respect, I Don’t Say Hi To Niggas
I Go From Plane To Hotel, Different Hotel To The Bag
When I Put That Fire On ’em Niggas,
I Went Home, Got In My Bed, I Ain’t Even Take Me No Bath
It Is What It Is, My Nigga, I Done Did What I Did,
Now I’m Settin’ This Shit Up For My Family And Kids, My Nigga
And My Nieces And Nephews,
So They Can Live The Way They Wanna Live, My Nigga
I Can Tell Niggas Feel A Way When
I Come Pullin’ Up On All These Benzes, Nigga
And I Barely Drive Them B!tches

Like I Ain’t Earnt That Shit
She Ain’t Really Fit In With My Program,
So I Done Turned That B!tch
The Other Way, Respectfully
I’m Just A Kirk, Like This
I’m Battle-tested, Been Through Shit
That’s Why I’m Hurt Like This
I See A Therapist, I Prolly Tell Her, B!tch

Street Nigga But I’m Perfect (B!tch, I’m Perfect)
She A Ghetto B!tch, That Pu*sy Perfect (Pu*sy Perfect)
I Can’t Wife A Ho Unless She Perfect (Unless She Perfect)
I Put On My Ice And It Look Perfect
Come On, Yeah, B!tch, I’m Perfect (B!tch, I’m Perfect)
Huh, Yeah, B!tch, I’m Perfect (B!tch, I’m Perfect)
Huh, I Put On My Ice And I Look Perfect (I Look Perfect)
I Can’t Wife A B!tch Unless She Perfect

Lot Of Girls Like To Swallow (Swallow),
College Girls Like To Get It Too (Ooh)
Wock’ In Baby Bottles, Pu*sy Hotter Like She Had A Flu (Yeah)
Rich, Turnt And Rude, Fu*k The Problems,
All My Niggas Shoot (Pow, Pow, Pow)

Got A Lot Of Choppers, Lot Of Dollars, Twenty-Six Of Blue
I Be Trappin’ In The City, It Ain’t Clappin’, B!tch, You With The Streets
Live From The Six To Magic City Just Like Meech And T
Dirty Yellow Fanta, Purp’ Gelato When I Split The Leaf (Yeah, Yeah)
Ballin’ Like The Rappers Out In Traffic, Twenty-six The Tee (Skrrt)
Take A Pic When I Get Dressed, When I Go Out I Like To Throw On Saint
Run That Paper Up, I Can’t Go Out Like Jerome And Saint
Valet Park The Cars, I’m Too Lit, I Barely Go On Dates (Skrrt)
Turned Her To A Star, Ho, You The Shit, B!tch, You Got All It Takes (All It Takes)

Yeah, Turned You To A Star, Ho,
You The Shit, You Got All It Takes (Shit)
Mhm, Can’t Do Shit With All These Cars,
Yeah, I’m Too Rich, I Can’t Even Go On Dates

Street Nigga But I’m Perfect (B!tch, I’m Perfect)
She A Ghetto B!tch, That Pu*sy Perfect (Pu*sy Perfect)
I Can’t Wife A Ho Unless She Perfect (Unless She Perfect)
I Put On My Ice And It Look Perfect
Come On, Yeah, B!tch, I’m Perfect (B!tch, I’m Perfect)
Huh, Yeah, B!tch, I’m Perfect (B!tch, I’m Perfect)
Huh, I Put On My Ice And I Look Perfect (I Look Perfect)
I Can’t Wife A B!tch Unless She Perfect (Unless She Perfect)

(Iced Up Records)