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lirik lagu perfect matches – zy benji

[intro]
and i only rap on sundays

[verse 1]
we ain’t in to keeping scores but it’s even more
youn’t wann’ see lil rackies in his uniform
you ain’t seen a gun like this, this b*tch a unicorn
thermal infrared, detect heat, i’m shootin’ through the door
burnt a n*gga dreads and won’t stop shootin’ till he hit the floor
peep the scene been creeping all week cause i want two or more
the f&neen stuffed with shark t**th, it could take out a horse
me preferably, i don’t leave heart beats, i do it by the book
keep testin’ me, shoot through the dark meat, just to see how i look
i’m definitely strapped more than car seats so go ahеad, try your luck
we sent n*ggas higher than bar sеats, you know them shots on us
well, actually, some still on concrete, not with the higher ups
i told the labels, don’t you mind me, i get so fired up
i done told you, b*tch n*ggas don’t last at all, we gon’ expire him
i never seen him duck a basketball, his head was by a rim
you probably won’t hear of a sadder song than trucks sirenin’

[chorus]
switches was the old term, we sayin’ turkey asses
matter of fact, i wanna see which one can twerk the fastest
if i take one, i gotta take two, cause they be cl!ckin’, clashin
i understand they hate each other, but they perfect matches
glock 20, glock 30, they the perfect matches
a 29 and 21 sound like the perfect matches
a 19 and 31, yeah, they the perfect matches
i understand they hate each other, but they perfect matches
glock 20, glock 30, they the perfect matches
a 29 and 21 sound like the perfect matches
a 19 and 31, yeah, they the perfect matches
i understand they hate each other, but they perfect
[verse 2]
i always had a fearless heart, i tear em’ all apart
judge ask me why i’m postin’ switches, this a auto part
the car crash, f*ck a top dog, he need a auto start
a hard head make a soft ass, we left him all in parts
we delivered her son back in blood, the postpartum part
i figure just sweepin’ it under the rug would be the hardest part
we really p itn*ggas up and above, beyond on the tallest part
we put enough n*ggas inside the ground to make a garden start
can’t put it up you tripping i got a choppa in this carhartt
got a plethora of sticks that’s on me like i’m a golf cart
i seen the toughest n*gga turn cop, that n*gga paul blart
must be sh*ttin’ me, why you speak on bronem name like he ain’t a all star
like he ain’t personally shushed your brother and made him wall art
your brother died, you had epiphanies and tried to call off
i got that call and jumped right in that v, just check my call off
you the reason that he stopped rappin’ and jumped into them dark thoughts

- zy benji

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