Perky Thoughts lyrics

[Chorus]
Another day another dollar with it
Stay on my pivot and make sure everything I say I live it
I got my heart broken in 12th grade and that sh*t had me livid
Now I can’t trust these b*tches (No)
Yeah
The way I was brought up I could never switch
And sh*t get whack when your main homie start acting like a b*tch
Put yellow diamonds in my sh*t so you could tell I’m p*ssed
And the same ones thats talking sh*t be the one’s on my di*k

[Verse]
And my b*tch want rounds tonight so I might pop a yerk
And her bday next week so I might cop a purse
I got a lil show tonight so I might cop a shirt
And I could never eat no pus*y unless she top me first
But I’m getting off topic lately I ain’t been in the mood
I don’t even call my mama
I’m poppin perkies by the twos
I got a drug problem
n*ggas be talking sh*t out the blue
I don’t even know they name I don’t know where they from
Free lil Kos right out that sh*t, got caught up with his gun
My latest b*tch like 26 she don’t even got a son
She said she tryna live
She in New York I’m in LA I forgot what time it is
She said I’m calling late
My b*tch beefing while I’m in the studio I can’t concentrate
So I just pop me a lil perky so I could concentrate
Now I’m up and focused thank God I ain’t drink no codeine
R.I.P to Leek Sos first n*gga I knew with a Rollie
[Verse 2]
Swear I love my n*ggas
Me and Sushi we like Shaq and Kobe
First time I caught a STD that n*gga had to hold me
That sh*t was crazy
I just pray that n*gga don’t betray me
I did my first X pill at 18 and I’ve been geeked since
n*ggas dying in the hood I’m playing defense
I ain’t got no real opps but I’m still thinking about buying a choppa
Something don’t sit right with a n*gga taking me from my mama
But f*ck that sh*t we run it up like every summer
I’m a boss I ain’t a runner
I’m a youngin’ on the come up
If she a baddie from the hood I swear to god I probably f*cked her
I swear these n*ggas broke as hell go get some money and shut the f*ck up

[Chorus]
Another day another dollar with it
Stay on my pivot and make sure everything I say I live it
I got my heart broken in 12th grade and that sh*t had me livid
Now I can’t trust these b*tches
Now I can’t trust (these b*tches)
The way I was brought up I could never switch
And sh*t get whack when your main homie start acting like a b*tch
Put yellow diamonds in my sh*t so you could tell I’m p*ssed
And the same ones thats talking sh*t be the ones on my di*k
Yeah
[Outro]
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