Perfect

Lyrics

[Chorus: Rick Hyde] She blew fame, twerkin' it Studio, workin' it She know what her purpose is She my lil' perfect bitch (Turned up!) We go to Neiman Marc', and she know what them purses is Using tips for her purchases She know what her purpose is She my lil' perfect bitch She my lil' perfect bitch She my lil' perfect bitch (Turned up!) She my lil' perfect bitch She know what her purpose is She my lil' perfect bitch (Uh) She my lil' perfеct bitch She my lil' perfect bitch [Verse 1: Conway The Machine] Yеah, all this sour diesel got me in a daze I been waiting on the, DJ to call you up to the stage Girl, the way you moving your body, I'm like damn this shit cray' Got me ready to throw it all, I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm paid Blew like ten racks, and that ain't even half of what I made But that's more than what he got saved That's more than what he got saved She bustin' it, she bustin' it, she got tatts all on her legs Tatts all on her ass, stacks all in her bag She my lil' perfect bitch Hermès and Birkin shit She go to Neiman Marc', and she know what them purses is She cash out for the night, it's enough she can purchase it Imma' smash shorty all night, till' the morning I'm hurtin' it [Chorus: Rick Hyde] [Verse 2: Rick Hyde] I'm willing to go bankrupt Every time she hit the pole, I probably throw the whole bank up Keep pouring the drinks up Tell the DJ to play this song Remy bottles not having [?] Girl we turning up all night long (Turn up!) She make them other bitches sicker than gin straight All these Coco Losos, it's only a Wednesday Shit, we make a movie every weekend The baddest bitches rolling all the reefer (that loud) When they sparkle, they coming, these bottles in the air Run it just like the mayor They fuck with me, I'm player (player) Oh yeah, they fuck with me the long way I need my bitch just like the song say [Chorus: Rick Hyde]