D3- Nobody's Perfect Feat. Fuete, #8 off ~Juxin4Beatz~
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Lyrics:
Verse 1 (Fuete):
This ain't a fuckin apology
Cause you couldn't get one if you tried
Call me the young prodigy
Cause I'm real, till the day that I die
Never tell a lie, cause I never waste time
If time is money then I'm rich and fly
Ya ain't gotta ask why got ya bitch wrapped up
Told her ride no hands, all night till she done
I'm a young pussy slayer
Put it on a silver platter cause I Cater,
Got what they need, Strong drinks ,good weed
But some bitches don't know not to bite the hand that feeds
Might tell ya once, but never twice
So ya better listen when I give advice
Im like advil for you headache
Just enough do ya right, Too much ya might slip
Best believe if you do Ima Hit you what dat,
Wait whoa, since when you so cold
I was chillin for a minute so I came back froze
Shit so hot, so I guess its like fire,
Rolled up a blunt then I grab me a lighter, got my self a lil higher,
Put my ass on a pedestal
Eating Beats up guess that make me a cannibal
Like lector, but you couldn't solve this one, fuck you Dexter
Maybe ill txt her but best believe if she answer
Ima spread it like a germ and beat it like cancer
I stay posted with the crew, Kick back have a few
Tell some girls to come thru
Late night rendezvous always seem to be the cure to the sickness,
Tell these haters mind they business
Tryna catch me in the act but I murdered all the witness,
Yea I come alive at the night time
She wanna come back cause she miss this
Told her that I'm tired of her white lies
Now she wanna come back for dat kiss kiss,
Yea but thats my dick on ya lips bitch
So you better get with this
For I leave ya ass missing
Hook:
La muerte de un angel, (The death of an angel) es en la cama (Is in their sleep)
Pero les prometo, (But I promise) que no Habra (There's no..) mañana (...Tomorrow)
Verse 2 (D3):
If Nobody's Perfect, did I deserve this?
Staring at these scars like, Was this worth it?
Screaming to the stars like these cars is worthless,
My broad is thirsty and my friends wana murk me,
Convert me unearthly, Ill have no mercy,
When I rip heads off to get to the jersey
And eliminate those looking to hurt me,
Cause a murdering team wouldn't even be worthy,
Life's a rat race, some say that I live it full throttle,
When I started this trip this was a full bottle,
But I'm dealin with the pain, Sipping somethin' smoking Jane,
Ever since they slain my friend and my role model,
Now Ima let brains hang and souls follow,
What let me off the chain was that they hit him with hollows,
Like we needed more pain and sorrow,
Count your hours tonight cause I promise that there's no tomorrow,
- - -
No he encontrado porque mataron mi hermano,
Pero tarde o temprano pagaran por su daño
- - -
So, in your case, hard face, no nickel plate,
Get a taste of the First 48
I'm outside the box when I contemplate,
So its gone be real hard to investigate,
Then the witness went and killed himself so the judge had to tell me, "Shit, Dirty Thirty you straight..."
I guess Nobody's Perfect...
Hook: La muerte de un angel, es en la cama
Pero les prometo, que no habra mañana...
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