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perfect timing - munna ikee lyrics

[intro]
yeah, come on (billboard hitmakers)
uh, uh, yeah, come on (go grizz)
uh, uh
uh, uh, uh, uh

[verse 1]
switch too fast, can’t get away (frrt, frrt), hop out broad day, make a scene
late night ridin’ ’round with the drac’, i put sh*t up for the team (nah, for real)
bro off percs and drank, i swear that boy get higher than celine (nah, for real)
lil’ b*tch wanna f*ck, i told her, “you ain’t mine, you can leave” (yeah, yeah)
this sh*t indo, you ain’t high yet? close that window
i ain’t the type to pick you up or drop you off, i’ll send a lyft, ho (for real)
i’m with 2way, know they come through two ways blastin’ out a limo (frrt, frrt)
when we hit blocks, we tryna tap that top, we slice sh*t up, no kimbo (for real)
now let’s talk ’bout that papе’, sh*t, i’m chasin’ every day
suicidal doors on side ‘vеtte, rather drop tears in the wraith (yeah, yeah)
we was screamin’, “get*back” before fatt, long live king kong, hk (yeah, yeah)
i heard diamonds make these lil’ hoes wet, they don’t even gotta see your face, for real (yeah, yeah)
b*tch backdoor tryna set me up, no way, get k!lled
if they disrespect your brother on any day, go spill (frrt)
scoom one of them guys for real, send sh*t to the skies for real (frrt)
and been put on of these n*ggas before i signed a deal

[chorus]
perfect time, right? i done got my mind right
i was just f*cked up, i needed help, you pressed decline, right? (nah, for real)
b*tch got more than three under her belt, she ain’t the fine type (nah, for real)
big bro like, “i put bodies on the shelf before your time, ikee” (frrt, frrt)
perfect time, right? i done got my mind right
i was just f*cked up, i needed help, you pressed decline, right?
b*tch got more than three under her belt, she ain’t the fine type (nah, for real)
big bro like, “i put bodies on the shelf before your time, ikee” (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 2]
forever want revenge
i know one n*gga died, they wasn’t satisfied, so they went and k!lled his twin
bro the type to do the devil’s work, so he won’t make amends (for real)
tryna make it to where my momma never work, that’s why i’m lockin’ in (for real)
my b*tch said this sh*t ain’t gon’ never work, found out i f*cked her friend
i’m the type apologize, do it again, i’m too real, i can’t pretend
n*ggas get in jam and tell they business, sh*t gettin’ outta hand
they think i’m movin’ by myself, but i be ridin’ ’round with many men
and if i’m dolo, switchy tucked, come test your luck, i’ll leave you where you stand (frrt, frrt)
i got racks, blue, pink and green, i’m a goblin for the green
i go all in for the team, you can stalk, ain’t gettin’ a thing
you could tell i ain’t come to play ’cause when i walk, i got a lean (yeah, yeah)
f*ck it off all in celine, f*ck it off all in celine (yeah, yeah)

- munna ikee lyrics

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