Perfect Timing Lyrics – Lil Baby

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Perfect Timing Details:

Song Name : Perfect Timing
Album : It’s Only Me (2022)
Singer : Lil Baby
Lyrics : Lil Baby & YC
Music : YC
Music Label : Lil Baby Official 4PF

Perfect Timing Lyrics – Lil Baby

We did some sh!t that
We was never ‘posed to do
If I ain’t put you down
You still wouldn’t have a clue
They say you get around
So what to me you new
Just know I’m down for whatever you wanna do
But lately I been indecisive
It’s probably best for you to choose
New Ferrari cost an M
If you want one, I’m buying two
Fell in love with stacking hundreds plus
My favorite color blue
Started all this sh!t with nothing
Ain’t no way that I can lose
If I run into the opps, Then we gone eat
Bruh say they food
Hundred million dollars cash inside the room
Yeah, That’s my mood
Ain’t seen the hood in a minute
But shh, I’m still in tune
We got sticks and wе outside
I live my life likе I’m a goon

We fell in love with sh!t
We never posed to love
You start acting out of character
I blame it on the drugs
I gave everything I could
I guess my good ain’t good enough
Had some people fu*k me over
So I keep my guard up

New Ferrari got two motors, Gas station, Charge up
I remember tryna run it up to snatch a charger
I told bro to keep his prayers up, Know God got us
I been showing too much love
If I keep going, My heart’ll bust
They know they can’t fu*k with us
I see her, I get a rush
Don’t go missing, Stay in touch
I won’t fold or bend or break
I swear I’m solid as they come
I am not lil’ dude, He might be two
But he cannot be one
I walk out, My hand on my gun
I gotta make it back to my son
Dive in the endzone, I can’t fumble
Invest a couple Ms on my mama
Live like Jack but I don’t like drama
Bulletproof Cadillacs like Obama
They know to shoot first, Ain’t no warning
Sometimes staying focused’ll get boring
I’m tryna touch a hundred this run
This sh!t fun
B!tches trifling, N!ggas sniping
Ain’t no love, A n!gga’ll hit your baby mama
Tom Ford jacket, Bell bottoms
Ain’t going to prom though
Marble countertop to these floors
I’m from the slum, Ho
I play as the glue in this sh!t
And make sure we stick together
Brodie lost his life
And it inspired me to get my sh!t together
Ain’t no sense in me putting time in
If it don’t even matter
If you don’t get it, You throw a fit
And I’m starting to peep a pattern
You could’ve just brushed that off
You had to be dramatic
765 McLaren, This ain’t the one they got
Brabus truck at least half a ticket
I got it in the projects
If anything, I tried to help you
I ain’t never try to knock you

B!tches trifling, N!ggas sniping
Ain’t no love, A n!gga’ll hit your baby mama
Tom Ford jacket, Belt bottoms
Ain’t going to prom though
Marble countertop to these floors
I’m from the slum, Ho