Artist: Juvenile f/ Lil Wayne, Birdman Album: Picture Perfect (S) Song: Picture Perfect Typed by: Wammy Giveaway [Juvenile] Hey Nino Hey [Verse 1: Juvenile] Juvenile, I'm throwback Like eighty-somethin', I go back Them brown bags, I sold that Them street corners, I know that Appetite, I'm so hungry Democrat, I go donkey Weed head, I'm junkie White boy, I smoke honkeys Niggas like "What Juve on, he wildin' out, he straight trippin'" Y'all niggas is straight pussy, and y'all about to be rape victims Boy, I'm fuckin' with truck loads Started off on my eight ball Like airplanes on a runway A real nigga gon' take off I'm the reason my street hot Still stick to my G Code Tee's, Bo's and my Reebox, and I'm cheesed up, I got Cheetos I told y'all I quit these, but I'm chillin' dawg, I'm on rehab My lawyer told me my record clean, if y'all fuck with me, I might relapse Like Noreaga, got a lot of guns, like Las Vegas, I'm pimpin' Laws keeping they distance, ain't no penetratin' my system Bad Boy, not Puffy Hot Boy get stuffy My main bitch got a black card, she'll spend it all cause she love me Chorus: Lil Wayne Bitch, I'm Picture perfect I paint a perfect picture I'm spoonin' with yo bitch, and make you do the dirty dishes Man, I hate them thirsty bitches, cut 'em off like circumsicion I'm the type to talk shit And it be words of wisdom Repeat Chorus [Verse 2: Birdman] Monster, killer, real nigga hustler On a realer, my nigga, a dope dealer, dealer Hustler, shinin', a Big Tymer, nigga So high, on my grind, I be high flyin', nigga With my strapped up, my guns tight, these niggas know, I get money Come from Uptown nigga where a killin' take just a few hundreds Blast, hash, smokin' on that pound Shinin' with my round, when my nigga touch down Hundred keys, on his feet, shinin' on them 23's Blowin' O's, fuckin' hoes, watch me throw another G Strapped in this field, nigga Me and my little young nigga Ridin' around your town, nigga Gettin' nothin' but money, nigga (One hundred) Repeat Chorus Twice [Lil Wayne] (Verse 3) Trying to fuck the world, I can't fit Pockets fat as St. Nick All I got is my niggas Cause a bitch still ain't shit And I got kush all in my swisha These niggas is tissue I don't believe in these niggas Cause I don't believe in superstition Juve, I got you, dread like Rasta, hair like pasta, I go meatballs I get up in that ass and hit it fast as Chinese ping pong And my bitch, she got that fire My homey got that iron But I tell 'em "Put it away and you could Punch like a Hawaiian" Bitch it's Tunechi F. Baby, I'm a, original Hot Boy My dick felt like a prisoner cause this bitch got lock jaw I'm so feelin' myself Truck everybody else My red bone is ice cold, I'm a fuck the bitch til she melt Repeat Chorus (Verse 4) Bitch, I'm N-O til I G-O I can't change if I try I looked to my left, I looked to my right And time ain't on my side So that's why I light my blunt Fat and out of shape Money on my mind Pussy on my face (Tunechi...) Repeat Chorus Twice [Lil Wayne] Ya I told ya Young Moola, BABY!