Said she like it classy, boy you to ratchet
Baby I'm a bastard, always living lavish
50 in my bag yeah you know I got racks
Hit me on my phone when she say she need the racket
Hit the phone when she need a little magic
Then she go back to her man like nothing happen
Been waiting for awhile like she fasting
Yeah imma hit it raw in the backseat
Never been pro but he nasty
Cause I always hit the shot when I'm blasting
Super gone, doobie rolled
Everyday I wake up imma roll my cons
Hating from the front like a Maricon
Never wanna talk when the camera on.
Dont know what they want from me
I ain't got no holy key
City done got f*cked switching up on me
Money on my mind need them Bentley keys
Go and call me when you want
She gone pull up at the front while I roll another blunt
Yeah she know I'm gone get it done
She know I ain't nothing like them bums
Bridge
Down this road it get cold on your own
Down this road it get cold on your own
Vers 2
All up in my bag what it do
Looking at lil baby she beautiful
Rolling up a pack sipping dirty juice
Hit it from the back got a good view
Calamari by the beach this a lifestyle baby
505 Benz drop the top we be sunbathing
She lick the lollipop it got me elevated
She got that wap in the back of the Mercedes
Grusing around, cruising around
Got that wap in the back of the Mercedes
Swervin, perfect, picture perfect
Thats the beauty that gone hit you in the worst way
Make you wish you never met her in the first place
Lately I been doing me owe babe.
Surfing, I be surfing
Floating on my way to the first place
Watch your back they be quick to do you dirty
Surrounded by these lames hard to keep it sturdy
Can't be laying on your ass gotta earn it
Guess they say the best thang be the journey
Yeah I seen a lot down the road
Best believe I always kept a doobie with me burning
Pull up to the spot I got it hotter than a furnace
Left I got a big bird right I got a mermaid
Sippin on pink sirup I be talking slurry
Down this road it get cold on your own
Down this road it get cold on your own
P-Flow - Picture Perfect Lyrics
P-Flow - Picture Perfect Lyrics
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Said she like it classy, boy you to ratchet
Baby I'm a bastard, always living lavish
50 in my bag yeah you know I got racks
Hit me on my phone when she say she need the racket
Hit the phone when she need a little magic
Then she go back to her man like nothing happen
Been waiting for awhile like she fasting
Yeah imma hit it raw in the backseat
Never been pro but he nasty
Cause I always hit the shot when I'm blasting
Super gone, doobie rolled
Everyday I wake up imma roll my cons
Hating from the front like a Maricon
Never wanna talk when the camera on.
Dont know what they want from me
I ain't got no holy key
City done got f*cked switching up on me
Money on my mind need them Bentley keys
Go and call me when you want
She gone pull up at the front while I roll another blunt
Yeah she know I'm gone get it done
She know I ain't nothing like them bums
Bridge
Down this road it get cold on your own
Down this road it get cold on your own
Vers 2
All up in my bag what it do
Looking at lil baby she beautiful
Rolling up a pack sipping dirty juice
Hit it from the back got a good view
Calamari by the beach this a lifestyle baby
505 Benz drop the top we be sunbathing
She lick the lollipop it got me elevated
She got that wap in the back of the Mercedes
Grusing around, cruising around
Got that wap in the back of the Mercedes
Swervin, perfect, picture perfect
Thats the beauty that gone hit you in the worst way
Make you wish you never met her in the first place
Lately I been doing me owe babe.
Surfing, I be surfing
Floating on my way to the first place
Watch your back they be quick to do you dirty
Surrounded by these lames hard to keep it sturdy
Can't be laying on your ass gotta earn it
Guess they say the best thang be the journey
Yeah I seen a lot down the road
Best believe I always kept a doobie with me burning
Pull up to the spot I got it hotter than a furnace
Left I got a big bird right I got a mermaid
Sippin on pink sirup I be talking slurry
Down this road it get cold on your own
Down this road it get cold on your own
Baby I'm a bastard, always living lavish
50 in my bag yeah you know I got racks
Hit me on my phone when she say she need the racket
Hit the phone when she need a little magic
Then she go back to her man like nothing happen
Been waiting for awhile like she fasting
Yeah imma hit it raw in the backseat
Never been pro but he nasty
Cause I always hit the shot when I'm blasting
Super gone, doobie rolled
Everyday I wake up imma roll my cons
Hating from the front like a Maricon
Never wanna talk when the camera on.
Dont know what they want from me
I ain't got no holy key
City done got f*cked switching up on me
Money on my mind need them Bentley keys
Go and call me when you want
She gone pull up at the front while I roll another blunt
Yeah she know I'm gone get it done
She know I ain't nothing like them bums
Bridge
Down this road it get cold on your own
Down this road it get cold on your own
Vers 2
All up in my bag what it do
Looking at lil baby she beautiful
Rolling up a pack sipping dirty juice
Hit it from the back got a good view
Calamari by the beach this a lifestyle baby
505 Benz drop the top we be sunbathing
She lick the lollipop it got me elevated
She got that wap in the back of the Mercedes
Grusing around, cruising around
Got that wap in the back of the Mercedes
Swervin, perfect, picture perfect
Thats the beauty that gone hit you in the worst way
Make you wish you never met her in the first place
Lately I been doing me owe babe.
Surfing, I be surfing
Floating on my way to the first place
Watch your back they be quick to do you dirty
Surrounded by these lames hard to keep it sturdy
Can't be laying on your ass gotta earn it
Guess they say the best thang be the journey
Yeah I seen a lot down the road
Best believe I always kept a doobie with me burning
Pull up to the spot I got it hotter than a furnace
Left I got a big bird right I got a mermaid
Sippin on pink sirup I be talking slurry
Down this road it get cold on your own
Down this road it get cold on your own
Writer: Peder Fossum
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid