Yeat - Perfect Timing lyrics

[Yeat - Perfect Timing lyrics]

Hell yeah

You want bands, you wants you bands
You gonna make the bands dance
All my diamonds yeah they bussing
Yeah, they do some handstands
Try the hell you lot gonna say
I'm the badman
I'm in Nickies and Chanelly part
Of a Balenci band, man
I mean I can get you ricky
If you really want ma'am
We got way too much money
I don't think they understand
I mean I can get you drippy
If you really want ma'am
All she wanted just a tinted
On a Instagram ad
Really you so kitty and you going out sad
Yeah, this Bentley ain't no kidding
Yeah, this V8 ain't no drag (Skrrr)
All my money has been hating yeah
They can't get off my ass
Boy when you try to talk to me
Get caught up in the past
Why always on my phone
You bugging me just like a pest
She said she just up on me yeah for sex
I don't even stress
Yeah matter a fact yeah we can
Take that percocet and make immence
Yeah, shit lets hop on that private jet
Escape the feds

Shit, too real, shit too rare
Yeah we fucked up all the mess i don't know
I don't care i can careless what you said
All these diamonds yeah they bussing
Yeah they get go right through the head
Why you care about what we doing
Boy you sounding like the feds

You want bands, you wants you bands
You gonna make the bands dance
All my diamonds yeah they bussing
Yeah, they do some handstands
Try the hell you lot gonna say
I'm the badman
I'm in Nickies and Chanelly part
Of a Balenci band, man
I mean I can get you riky
If you really want ma'am
We got way too much money
I don't think they understand
I mean I can get you drippy
If you really want ma'am
All she wanted just a tinted
On a Instagram ad
Really you so kitty and you going out sad
Yeah, this Bentley ain't no kidding
Yeah, this V8 ain't no drag (Skrrr)
All my money has been hating yeah
They can't get off my ass
Boy when you try to talk to me
Get caught up in the past
Why always on my phone
You bugging me just like a pest
She said she just up on me yeah for sex
I don't even stress
Yeah matter a fact yeah we can
Take that percocet and make immence
Yeah, shit lets hop on that private jet
Escape the feds

Shit, too real, shit too rare
Yeah we fucked up all the mess i don't know
I don't care i can careless what you said
All these diamonds yeah they bussing
Yeah they get go right through the head
Why you care about what we doing
Boy you sounding like the feds

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