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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Icewear Vezzo
Icewear Vezzo
Vocals
DaBaby
DaBaby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Kirk
Jonathan Kirk
Lyrics
Chivez Smith
Chivez Smith
Lyrics
Brian J. Wolf
Brian J. Wolf
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
B Wolf
B Wolf
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
I don't fuck with **** 'cause I'm perfect
I'm perfect
I was doin', mhm, mhm-hm
'Cause we live from the six
Realest **** in the trap, mhm
(Iced Up Records)
[Verse 1]
I put all my hoes in designer (Ooh)
Don't bring me out no bottles, purple soda with all the robbers
Love that bougie pussy, she the finest
Rich ****, 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)
Fuck her like she trashy
Put dick all down her throat 'til it get raspy
[Chorus]
Street ****, but I'm perfect (Bitch, I'm perfect)
She a ghetto bitch, that pussy perfect (Pussy 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, bitch, I'm perfect (Bitch, I'm perfect)
Huh, yeah, bitch, I'm perfect (Bitch, I'm perfect)
Huh, I put on my ice and I look perfect (I look perfect)
I can't wife a bitch unless she perfect
[Verse 2]
I was servin' the **** that was servin' you 'fore I rapped
****, I done did business with the realest ****, I was one deep as my strap, ****
I can't name not one L that I took that I ain't come back, these **** 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 bitches put the hands on they knees, I pay respect, I don't say hi to ****
I go from plane to hotel, different hotel to the bag
When I put that fire on 'em ****, I went home, got in my bed, I ain't even take me no bath
It is what it is, my ****, I done did what I did, now I'm settin' this shit up for my family and kids, my ****
And my nieces and nephews, so they can live the way they wanna live, my ****
I can tell **** feel a way when I come pullin' up on all these Benzes, ****
And I barely drive them bitches
[PreChorus]
Like I ain't earnt that shit
She ain't really fit in with my program, so I done turned that bitch
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, bitch
[Chorus]
Street **** but I'm perfect (Bitch, I'm perfect)
She a ghetto bitch, that pussy perfect (Pussy 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, bitch, I'm perfect (Bitch, I'm perfect)
Huh, yeah, bitch, I'm perfect (Bitch, I'm perfect)
Huh, I put on my ice and I look perfect (I look perfect)
I can't wife a bitch unless she perfect
[Verse 3]
Lot of girls like to swallow (Swallow), college girls like to get it too (Ooh)
Wock' in baby bottles, pussy hotter like she had a flu (Yeah)
Rich, turnt and rude, fuck the problems, all my **** 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', bitch, 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, bitch, you got all it takes (All it takes)
[PreChorus]
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
[Chorus]
Street **** but I'm perfect (Bitch, I'm perfect)
She a ghetto bitch, that pussy perfect (Pussy 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, bitch, I'm perfect (Bitch, I'm perfect)
Huh, yeah, bitch, I'm perfect (Bitch, I'm perfect)
Huh, I put on my ice and I look perfect (I look perfect)
I can't wife a bitch unless she perfect (Unless she perfect)
[Outro]
(Iced Up Records)
Written by: Chivez Smith, DaBaby
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