Perfectionist

I am
Known for nothing
I am cold as the tin man
Your girl has buttered up onto my crust and
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I see all the truth
I'm a mass description
Subtitle us two
We kicking multiple tunes
We make your grandma go swoon
Because we know that the measurement to life is our respect and
Cartoon chillin' afternoon
Typhoon spinnin' by the pool
No stans but huge bands that's our only rule
We seeing mighty swig plans
First we need a wristband
Motherfucker I'm the
Eulogy
I'm like Stevie wonder
And mister Steve-O
Watchu' gonna do

Uncluttered the clutter
Yo pussy pucker it's sluggardly
Yeah that's Right it's an adverb see
I remember the grammar
I stammer yammer and hammer
My "amor" diagnostic
Phenomenal the cockpit
Mister Weezy yes bitch

I just stay up out their way and let 'em jump off
I'm hoping we can see another day before the cut off
I'm poppin' it off the top dawg
Cuz' push gon come to shove dawg
I promise you don't need to drop the books to get the gualas
Lil mami got lil bobby doin' cha chas in the gala
Oh my God I got a problem with her bottom body columns
Little shawty finna blossom into condom helicopters
Count her bodies gotta lot em
Even Donny had to block em
Paint me into separate spectrums
A dimension, in two second sections
A collection to divvy up our lessons and pension
And don't settle for stepping
Aw hop into your lemon dilemma drive a Chevy
And ride till the system delete the existence can't die till the pistons complete in the finish
The passion we have will not bleed into quitting
The cash that you have will not seize to existing

Impalpable I am now gold
I glitter but do not renounce
Imbuing imperial crown
And push out the baby we found
A personal feeling in sound
My guy I ain't turning around
With 80 in 40s off ground
We go and we diss and a vow
Is all on your portion But how
Can you not afford it right now
Kowtow like your serving in town
I speak and we talking about
The pussy we eating but brow's
Gon' raise but they'll figure it out
I'm getting tushy and pushing
A simple bushing in my dick
Sick Ice picking
A picnic sickens
My big dipstick and
Come spit salt lick it
Aye now we gonna play some tongue tag
Baby here's your cum back

Hallelujah let us breathe
Rocky on the scene big papi with the rings
Called an Uber to the fling
How you doing Mister Green
Groen on the trees
Slowly going for the keys
And noah magic on the beats
Now a days we keep the circle neat
He bout to get a new degree
But pouty bought a new defeat
They shouting till the two agree
Baby why don't u try my philosophy
You crazy I don't understand it why u keep calling me
But I can't find time to waste on em
All this ménage a trois fuck the breaks off em
Wind up with all these lies push the drake button
Lined up with all new thighs bust the cake off em