Roddy Ricch – Perfect Time Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Peanut butter seats came perfect time
Rich but I’m still ducking one time
I seen the light, then I climbed in
Had to take ’em out, we ain’t gon’ dine in
Shawty done fell in love with all my diamonds
But everybody change on you like the seasons (Yeah)
Sippin’ 1942, Don Julio
I ain’t got time for all these eyes and these groupie hoes

[Verse 1]
Late night, I’ve been cruisin’ down the interstate
Late night, I’ve been thinkin’ a lot of niggas hate
Told my dawg let’s pour tons of Ace
If he talkin’ out his lip, we gotta give cuz a taste
I can’t let no niggas mock my name
Especially when these lil’ niggas see me as reputable
And the OG’s respect me that done came out my section
We just bought Cullinan just to maintain
I talk to him, my brother ‘nem, he on the same thang
We just tryna motivate, bought the AP, show the face
Feel like I’m a Zoe today, feel like I’m a woe today
I was in Miami with a bitch, gave me cold face
She had this dick on her noseplate

[Chorus]
Peanut butter seats came perfect time
Rich but I’m still ducking one time
I seen the light, then I climbed in
Had to take ’em out, we ain’t gon’ dine in
Shawty done fell in love with all my diamonds
But everybody change on you like the seasons
Sippin’ 1942, Don Julio
I ain’t got time for all these eyes and these groupie hoes

[Verse 2]
I don’t know what love is, I can’t tell
Everybody come around like carousel, hmm
She got a birthday cake like it’s my twenty-first
I done came a long way, I made it out the dirt, yeah
See my niggas in the hearse, havin’ nightmares in church
Tryna make sure my mama got a couple racks in her purse
Got a showroom, car came from the top row, yeah
Don’t give no opps hope
I just gave my dawg a Rollie, told him take the clock approach

[Chorus]
Peanut butter seats came perfect time
Rich but I’m still ducking one time
I seen the light, then I climbed in
Had to take ’em out, we ain’t gon’ dine in
Shawty done fell in love with all my diamonds
But everybody change on you like the seasons
Sippin’ 1942, Don Julio
I ain’t got time for all these eyes and these groupie hoes

Fashawn – Fashawn

[Verse 1]
Yeah
I got a fully loaded cartridge and thoughts and enemies
Rhymes razor sharp, that’s that rawkus energy
My heart pump Hennessy
Veins pump Don Julio, rock rubies
Assorted color stones in the jewelry
Picture that
A nigga delegatin’ with diplomats
Used to pitch nickel sacks
Now I can shit a stack
Im on it
Defecatin’ on your rap performers
Appeal, more the Mass
And Fash passed enormous
I don’t get excited, I get ignited
Burn like a brush fire when I write it
Barb-wire for those bitin’
Titan in the ring, Tyson when I swing
Python, when the mic’s on, I strike harm
Madre know I’ma drug dealer uh
Tecate sippin, my mug’s rippin
Compadre stealin’, the slug peelin’
Nonsense, crip’n & blood spillage in the village
No remorse shown, no love given, nigga

[Hook]
F-A-S-H-A-W-N
No, you don’t know how much trouble you in
No, they just hustle, I hustle to win
Don’t say I’m done, just say I’ve done it again

[Verse 2]
Homie
If it ain’t the shells, its the gazelles
If I’m not still in a cell, I’m out on bail
Dirty, is what’s under my nails, off the rail
Young homie will fuck up a scale, he hustle well
Count kale off of sellin’ broccoli, never fail
Cocky, you can tell, cock is 2XL
Block had to bail
Look like, I just ate rock lobster
All these shells, shocked, you lookin pale
Why? Cause I prevailed, a hassa for the nail
You hot huh? Is it cause yo pockets lookin frail?
Memoirs of a Mobsta with a tale
Wrote pop like im Pharrell
Pop pop, two rappers fail
I once was a poster boy for poverty
Until I hit the lottery
‘Po, something you gotta see
You niggas will never figure me out
I figured that, figures is what this shit is about
Motha fucka!

[Hook x2]
F-A-S-H-A-W-N
No, you don’t know how much trouble you in
No, they just hustle, I hustle to win
Don’t say I’m done, just say I’ve done it again