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Perfect Timing

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Lil Baby - Rap, In English

Perfect Timing

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October 14, 2022.

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[Verse 1] We did some shit that we was never supposed to do If I ain't put you down, you still wouldn't have a clue They say you gettin' around, so what to me you new Just know I'm down for whatever you wanna do But lately I been indecisive, it's probably best for you to choose New Ferrari cost an M, if you want one, I'm buying two Fell in love with stacking hunnids plus my favorite color blue Started all this shit with nothing, ain't no way that I can lose If I run into the opps, then we gon' eat, bruh say they food Hundred million dollars cash inside a room, yeah, that's my mood Ain't seen the hood in a minute, but shh, I'm still in tune We got sticks and we outside, I livе my life like I'm a goon [Chorus] We fеll in love with shit we never 'posed to love You start acting out of character, I blame it on the drugs I gave everything I could, I guess my good ain't good enough Had some people fuck me over so I keep my guard up [Verse 2] New Ferrari got two motors, gas station, charge up I remember tryna run it up to snatch a charger I told bro to keep his prayers up, know God got us I been showing too much love, if I keep going, my heart'll bust They know they can't fuck with us I see her, I get a rush Don't go missing, stay in touch I won't fold or bend or break, I swear I'm solid as they come I am not lil' dude, he might be two, but he cannot be one I walk out, my hand on my gun, I gotta make it back to my son Dive in the endzone, I can't fumble Invest a couple Ms on my mama Live like Jack but I don't like drama Bulletproof Cadillacs like Obama They know to shoot first, ain't no warning Sometimes staying focused'll get boring I'm tryna touch a hunnid this run Bottega bomber on, this shit foreign Bitches trifling, niggas sniping, ain't no love, a nigga'll hit your baby mama Tom Ford jacket, bell bottoms, ain't going to prom though Marble countertop to these floors, I'm from the slum, ho I play as the glue in this shit and make sure we stick together Brodie lost his life and it inspired me to get my shit together Ain't no sense in me putting time in if it don't even matter If you don't get it, you throw a fit, and I'm starting to peep a pattern You could've just brushed that off, you had to be dramatic 765 McLaren, this ain't the one they got Brabus truck at least half a ticket, I got it in the projects If anything, I tried to help you, I ain't never try to knock you [Chorus] We fell in love with shit we never 'posed to love You start acting out of character, I blame it on the drugs I gave everything I could, I guess my good ain't good enough Had some people fuck me over so I keep my guard up [Outro] Bitches trifling, niggas sniping, ain't no love, a nigga'll hit your baby mama Tom Ford jacket, belt bottoms, ain't going to prom though Marble countertop to these floors, I'm from the slum, ho

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