Yung Joc - Picture Perfect
Background Uhhhhhyeeaaah
Joc's Dad: Everything that glitters ain't gold baby
Yung Joc: I hear ya Daddy
Chorus x2
I'm choppin 24's
Blowin good dro
Yeah, I got plenty Hoes
Life ain't picture perfect
Yeah ya see the ice
And I dress nice
Make 'em look twice
Life ain't picture perfect
Yeah I'm blowin on some good lime
Skatin on two 85's
Wouldn't believe half the s**t thats skatin through a mind
745 complimented with leather and wood
Chickens on my d*ck cuz a nigg* fresh and smellin good
Jack boys plottin on my stacks on deck
Wanna put the Tec to my chest for the ice on my neck
Oh yeah it's easy to attain it all
Harder to maintain it all
If you want a pierfect picture only god can paint it dog
in these videos with multi-platinum projects
Can't even get credit cards
And they Momma stay in projects
How is that? Scracth my head
Somethin don't seem right
Ya teeth full of ice
So when ya smile I seen lights
Seems like I'm hatin I'm just statin the facts
I ain't feelin to smile in ya face and put a blade in your back
Now try not to get caught up on the way s**t looks
Cuz everything ain't picture perfect, just listen to the hook
Chourus x2
Yeah I'm off in magic city
Trickin them as* and t*ts
girls blowin me kisses makin me wanna hit it
I must admit, got a good chick and she been holdin me down
But I ain't fkin around cuz there is too much s**t goin around
Like the rims on my pickup
Scared to get my d*ck sucked
nigg* run into the clinic even from a hiccup
Pick up the pieces from the fkin puzzle
I'm affiliated with who murder, rob and hustle
Plus you think I'm ballin cuz I'm poppin Crys and spendin G's
I'm just tryin to drink away the pain that killed my nigg* steve
nigg* please, I ain't s**t
Cookies and cream
Feelin like Marvin it make me wanna holla and scream
Chorus x2
Now half the s**t ya doin already been done
And that's why half my dead, locked up or on the run
That dope money ain't sufficient it don't last all ways
trap all night in project hallways
All day long front like stars
On them big as* rims that most than they cars
Spent 300 on a outfit a hundred on some nikes
But his baby needs wopes, diapers and pedialite
And you prolly' got a cousin, brother or a friend
And this song sound like it from begging to end
Then again it might be me
And I'm tired of the nonsense
Can't sleep at night cause I got a guilty conscience
Chorus x2
Background: Cant you see? over and over until it fades out
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