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perfect aim - rell vert lyrics

[intro]
alright, alright, yup (captaincrunch presents)
yup
you know (b*tch)
uh
(zoom, zoom, zoom)
ayy

[chorus]
if you said it’s smoke, you can’t put out the flame
bro ain’t been just since he been in the gang
all this ice on me, you would think i’m a stain
run up on me, i’ma blow out your brain
ask change for a twenty, twenty ain’t nothin’ but change
shooting up close, got perfect aim (brrt)
b*tch on my d*ck, think she chasing fame
got in this b*tch and i changed the game
in this fast*ass car, i’m changing lanes (i’m gone)
whatever i do, people doin’ the same
boy, you is not me, we don’t shoot it the same
i was taught get close and aim at a brain
n*ggas be gay, they be chasin’ the fame
shе think she my b*tch ’cause she rockin’ my chain (d*mn)
i’vе been clappin’ n*ggas down, now i’m tryna get paid (d*mn)
going broke don’t even cross my brain
[verse]
free*ass ap, he a stain
seven that b*tch, we the gang
shot his ass in his chest, he don’t breathe the same
i came in icy, i’ma leave the same
b*tches all on our d*ck when we hit the scene
she want me to cuff, i’m like, “what you mean?” (what the f*ck?)
young n*gga gettin’ money and i’m chasing my dream
ain’t a ball hog, i’ll pass the b*tch to my team (you can have her)
stackin’ money, sh*t tall just like yao ming
b*tch said that she love me, i’m like, “why you leave?”
the b*tch on my d*ck, i’m like, “let me breathe”
four*nick’ got kick, i’ll let it squeeze (grrt)
n*ggas talkin’ that sh*t, not on a thing
she ask do i love her, i’m like, “what you mean?”
on the road to the riches and finer things (yeah)
what the f*ck do you mean? these designer jeans

[chorus]
if you said it’s smoke, you can’t put out the flame (what the f*ck you mean?)
bro ain’t been just since he been in the gang
all this ice on me, you would think i’m a stain
run up on me, i’ma blow out your brain
ask change for a twenty, twenty ain’t nothin’ but change
shooting up close, got perfect aim (brrt)
b*tch on my d*ck, think she chasing fame
got in this b*tch and i changed the game
in this fast*ass car, i’m changing lanes (i’m gone)
whatever i do, people doin’ the same
boy, you is not me, we don’t shoot it the same
i was taught get close and aim at a brain
n*ggas be gay, they be chasin’ the fame
she think she my b*tch ’cause she rockin’ my chain (d*mn)
i’ve been clappin’ n*ggas down, now i’m tryna get paid (d*mn)
going broke don’t even cross my brain

- rell vert lyrics

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