"Mr. Perfect" lyrics
(How could we last?)
(How could we last?)
(How could we last?) Yeah, Fatt
(How could we last?) No, Cap
(How could we last?)
I'm Mr. Perfect, I can't do no wrong (Wrong)
You fucked my hoe, then kudos to him
I was stupid over you for nothin', I never can't ask you for nothin'
I just wasted lean on my McQueens, I bought these shoes for nothin' (Nun)
I pop out in real designer clothes, this shit, they rock, look funny
She act like she wanna be my hoe, but I know she ain't nothin'
I told bro he "ain't gon' fuck no hoes, if he ain't got no money"
Pop my shit until they put me under
I'm lit, they all gon' feel me, nigga
Heard you broker then a bitch, don't pay no rent, but you still livin' with her
Gave a fuck 'bout who you is, about my paper, I smoke a family member (On, God)
I'mma Slide up on her, piss, then moonwalk in her like I'm Michael Jackson
Push up fuck her good, to make her seem like she Aretha Franklin
Right after I bust, I clean her up, then ask her who she been with?
It's some niggas, hang around every day, that I know that might snake me
Keep this shit real, on a daily basis, why these niggas hatin'?
Made a promise to myself, nobody else gon' hurt my feelings (Feelings)
Made a promise to myself, 'fore I go out, I'm gettin' a kill (Kill)
Made a promise to myself, that I wouldn't hit your line again (Again)
Broke the promise, damn, I'm sorry, I can't lie, I be forgettin'
But what you doin', where you been, where you at, bae, who you with? (With)
I miss you, I can't pretend, I'm tryna run us back again
I'm Mr. Perfect, I can't do no wrong
You fucked my hoe, then kudos to him
I was stupid over you for nothin', I never can't ask you for nothin'
I just wasted lean on my McQueens, I bought these shoes for nothin'
I pop out in real designer clothes, this shit, they rock, look funny (On, God)
She act like she wanna be my hoe, but I know she ain't nothin'
I told bro he "ain't gon' fuck no hoes, if he ain't got no money"
Pop my shit until they put me under
I'm lit, they all gon' feel me, nigga (Feel me)
Heard you broker then a bitch, don't pay no rent, but you still livin' with her (On, God)
(How could we last?)
(How could we last?) Yeah, Fatt
(How could we last?) No, Cap
(How could we last?)
I'm Mr. Perfect, I can't do no wrong (Wrong)
You fucked my hoe, then kudos to him
I was stupid over you for nothin', I never can't ask you for nothin'
I just wasted lean on my McQueens, I bought these shoes for nothin' (Nun)
I pop out in real designer clothes, this shit, they rock, look funny
She act like she wanna be my hoe, but I know she ain't nothin'
I told bro he "ain't gon' fuck no hoes, if he ain't got no money"
Pop my shit until they put me under
I'm lit, they all gon' feel me, nigga
Heard you broker then a bitch, don't pay no rent, but you still livin' with her
Gave a fuck 'bout who you is, about my paper, I smoke a family member (On, God)
I'mma Slide up on her, piss, then moonwalk in her like I'm Michael Jackson
Push up fuck her good, to make her seem like she Aretha Franklin
Right after I bust, I clean her up, then ask her who she been with?
It's some niggas, hang around every day, that I know that might snake me
Keep this shit real, on a daily basis, why these niggas hatin'?
Made a promise to myself, nobody else gon' hurt my feelings (Feelings)
Made a promise to myself, 'fore I go out, I'm gettin' a kill (Kill)
Made a promise to myself, that I wouldn't hit your line again (Again)
Broke the promise, damn, I'm sorry, I can't lie, I be forgettin'
But what you doin', where you been, where you at, bae, who you with? (With)
I miss you, I can't pretend, I'm tryna run us back again
I'm Mr. Perfect, I can't do no wrong
You fucked my hoe, then kudos to him
I was stupid over you for nothin', I never can't ask you for nothin'
I just wasted lean on my McQueens, I bought these shoes for nothin'
I pop out in real designer clothes, this shit, they rock, look funny (On, God)
She act like she wanna be my hoe, but I know she ain't nothin'
I told bro he "ain't gon' fuck no hoes, if he ain't got no money"
Pop my shit until they put me under
I'm lit, they all gon' feel me, nigga (Feel me)
Heard you broker then a bitch, don't pay no rent, but you still livin' with her (On, God)
