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Rick Ross Ft. Meek Mill – Perfectionist Lyrics

Perfectionist Lyrics by Rick Ross Ft. Meek Mill

Rick Ross Ft. Meek Mill – Perfectionist Lyrics

plus who want in necessity, father never corrected me
streets showed me no sympathy, automo my accessory, huh
never accurate, i’m aiming at your acura, yeah
heart rate accelerate on other amateurs

and i murder anything in my perimeter
if they disrespect us we slide on them like a bastard
dodging fat cameras, balling like fucking stamina
black dawn numbers, i graduated the mansion
bricks in the maybach, bricks in the escalade
bricks on … we got bricks in the bay
san fran bricks got bricks in l.a.
publisher wash the money, i got bricks on this plane
and my nigger brick on his way, just to the time for brick out of yey
i’m switching out my bricks like my kicks with my legs
rule number one, never keep them bricks where you stay

all my women photogenic they never depreciate
pop up in the city, you strictly about to …
quarters to half’s on my road to the riches
all real niggers just playing different positions
cross can be the quarter back, i’ma run his quarter back
first try to intercept a nigger like a quarter back
make a nigger pay a couple … to get his daughter back
get the dirty money clean it all up at the laundry mat

i’m allergic to failure heroin parafine …
frank lucas first at the fight … the ball like mayweather
don king at the register, i stack chatter, is etcetera, etcetera
i’m addicted to women, pretty women who spin it
fair … a nigger starting to feel it
d.a. label me menace, mama call me a king
so therefor i’m dropping soon like tyson was in the ring

coca-cola minx, canary yellow stones, i’ma stunt if it means i gotta break a bone
me and … in the hood on chrome, double mg and we 20 million strong
no matter it it’s … cause it’s all black
i’m in this 911 porsche with a …, no roof, fresh out the car lot
and we don’t call cops nigger, we just call shots
fuck the competition i bury the cockroaches
thank when you see what i pull about the roaster
can’t even breather, remember what yo mama told ya
we the real g’s and the real pay soldiers
so if you nigger scared, call the feds up
we taking over i’m just giving niggers heads up
we shoot them down, just to let them know we dead up
8 figure nigger, tell the label, get our bread up
mg, bitch, maybach music, we just do shit like this for no reason
maybach music, no … no path flow, …maybach music.

Rick Ross Ft. Meek Mill – Perfectionist Lyrics