Lyrics to Picture Perfect
Oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Chanel for my queen, baguettes on my team
I flooded out my ring, aviators a machine
Her meds in my day, a bag for Celine
Got cash for my hand, ten bands for this cream
I told her the machine, I can't just sound free
I told 'em we unruly, he's a rat down the streets
I made it out the dope hole, cappin' off a p
We been selling out shows, thuggin' through the week
Pass me a lighter, I don't fuck with [?]
I'm in the sky, I've been high as a kite
Blue face, yeah that kind, with ho grind, don't say that
We can do without one, ain't have to use a writer
New Saint Laurent, I've been dripping since diapers
Private plane flying, I know that no fighter
Fourteen year light is with me like I'm lighter
I could no longer, she's making me save her
Picture perfect Patek, quarter M, yeah
I know you a star, put a gleam in 'em, yeah
[?] another bitch
[?] other drip
Used to [?]
[?]
In a different court on another roll
Patek 'em, like a doja penn, yeah
But you got no remorse, Gucci corduroys, yeah
Lamborghini Urus, use a motorsport, yeah
Fly out with that girl to Europe, visit shopping malls, uh
I've been gettin' this money since the wild reports, mmm-mm
I've been getting blue hunnids, payout some of the North, mmm-mm
Who afford the coupe when you silent?
All these bags, I'm sippin' drugs, my court money, uh
All these [?], ew baguettes, she flooded, yeah (Let's go)
Prada bags, she got ass with no stomach, yeah
Gucci bags, clean my glass, then you splungin'
I splashed on a hunnid, ain't no sad in that Honda, yeah (Let's go)
Picture perfect Patek, quarter M, yeah
I know you a star, put a gleam in 'em, yeah
[?] another bitch
[?] other drip
Used to [?]
[?]
In a different court on another roll
Chanel for my queen, baguettes on my team
I flooded out my ring, aviators a machine
Her meds in my day, a bag for Celine
Got cash for my hand, ten bands for this cream
I told her the machine, I can't just sound free
I told 'em we unruly, he's a rat down the streets
I made it out the dope hole, cappin' off a p
We been selling out shows, thuggin' through the week
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Chanel for my queen, baguettes on my team
I flooded out my ring, aviators a machine
Her meds in my day, a bag for Celine
Got cash for my hand, ten bands for this cream
I told her the machine, I can't just sound free
I told 'em we unruly, he's a rat down the streets
I made it out the dope hole, cappin' off a p
We been selling out shows, thuggin' through the week
Pass me a lighter, I don't fuck with [?]
I'm in the sky, I've been high as a kite
Blue face, yeah that kind, with ho grind, don't say that
We can do without one, ain't have to use a writer
New Saint Laurent, I've been dripping since diapers
Private plane flying, I know that no fighter
Fourteen year light is with me like I'm lighter
I could no longer, she's making me save her
Picture perfect Patek, quarter M, yeah
I know you a star, put a gleam in 'em, yeah
[?] another bitch
[?] other drip
Used to [?]
[?]
In a different court on another roll
Patek 'em, like a doja penn, yeah
But you got no remorse, Gucci corduroys, yeah
Lamborghini Urus, use a motorsport, yeah
Fly out with that girl to Europe, visit shopping malls, uh
I've been gettin' this money since the wild reports, mmm-mm
I've been getting blue hunnids, payout some of the North, mmm-mm
Who afford the coupe when you silent?
All these bags, I'm sippin' drugs, my court money, uh
All these [?], ew baguettes, she flooded, yeah (Let's go)
Prada bags, she got ass with no stomach, yeah
Gucci bags, clean my glass, then you splungin'
I splashed on a hunnid, ain't no sad in that Honda, yeah (Let's go)
Picture perfect Patek, quarter M, yeah
I know you a star, put a gleam in 'em, yeah
[?] another bitch
[?] other drip
Used to [?]
[?]
In a different court on another roll
Chanel for my queen, baguettes on my team
I flooded out my ring, aviators a machine
Her meds in my day, a bag for Celine
Got cash for my hand, ten bands for this cream
I told her the machine, I can't just sound free
I told 'em we unruly, he's a rat down the streets
I made it out the dope hole, cappin' off a p
We been selling out shows, thuggin' through the week
